And fung the great Creator's praife So when the laft and dreadful bour THE TEARS of A MY N T A, FOR THE DEATH of DA MO N. O SONG. I. Na bank, befide a willow, Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta figh'd alone: From the chearless dawn of morning "Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus fhe made her moan: Hope is banish'd, Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my belov'd, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to difcover Such a youth, and fuch a lover 3 Oh! fo true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me; Melting kiffes, Murmuring bliffes: Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we! III. Never shall we curfe the morning, Never bless the night returning, Sweet embraces to restore: Never shall we both lie dying, Nature failing, Love supplying All the joys he drain'd before : Death come end me To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. A A S O N G. I. YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, SYL Felt an innocent warmth, as she lay on the green : She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breaft: She faw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo clofe; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kifling fo close. Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languifhing maid, By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. III. Cupid in shape of a swain did appear, He faw the fad wound, and in pity drew near; Then show'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear; For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear: When the balm was infus'd, fhe was not at a lofs, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo clofe; By their praying and whining, And clafping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. THE LADY'S SON G. I. A Choir of bright beauties in fpring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen : But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay, I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away. II. While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fhore, Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more; |