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3 Ever scorning, and denying
To reward your faithful swain:
Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he loved in vain :
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

4 Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he loved in vain :
But repenting, and complying,
When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again :
Kiss'd him up before his dying;
Kiss'd him up, and eased his pain.

IX.

A SONG.

1 Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,

I would not die, nor dare complain :
Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To souls oppress'd and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That music should in sounds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

2 A sigh or tear perhaps she 'll give,

But love on pity cannot live.

Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,

And love with love is only paid.

Tell her my pains so fast increase,
That soon they will be past redress;
But ah! the wretch that speechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.

X.

A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING.

1 Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;
Why warbling birds forget to sing,

And winter storms invert the year:
Chloris is gone, and fate provides
To make it Spring, where she resides.

2 Chloris is gone, the cruel fair ;

She cast not back a pitying eye;
But left her lover in despair,

To sigh, to languish, and to die :
Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure?

3 Great God of love, why hast thou made
A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can evade,

And change the laws of every land?
Where thou hadst placed such power before,
Thou shouldst have made her mercy more.

4 When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall;

She can restore the dead from tombs,
And every life but mine recall.

I only am by Love design'd

To be the victim for mankind.

XI.

SONGS IN THE "INDIAN EMPEROR."

I.

АH, fading joy! how quickly art thou past!
Yet we thy ruin haste.

As if the cares of human life were few,
We seek out new:

And follow Fate, which would too fast pursue.
See how on every bough the birds express,
In their sweet notes, their happiness.
They all enjoy, and nothing spare;

But on their mother Nature lay their care: Why then should man, the lord of all below, Such troubles choose to know,

As none of all his subjects undergo ?
Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,

And with a murmuring sound

Dash, dash upon the ground,

To gentle slumbers call.

II.

I LOOK'D, and saw within the book of fate,

When many days did lour,

When lo one happy hour

Leap'd up, and smiled to save the sinking state; A day shall come when in thy power

Thy cruel foes shall be ;

Then shall thy land be free:

And then in peace shall reign;

But take, O take that opportunity,
Which, once refused, will never come again.

XII.

SONG IN THE "MAIDEN QUEEN."

I FEED a flame within, which so torments me, That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me : 'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,

That I had rather die than once remove it.

Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it:
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
Not a sigh, not a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall silently, like dew on roses.

Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel:

And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.

On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me ;
Where I conceal my love no frown can fright me :
To be more happy, I dare not aspire;

Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

XIII.

SONGS IN "THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA."

I.

WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do,
My Phyllis is still in my mind;
When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go,
My feet, of themselves, the way find :
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And when I would rail, I can bring out no more,
Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!

When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
And the love I would stifle is shown;

But asleep or awake I am never at rest,
When from my eyes Phyllis is gone.

Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind;
But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find,

How I sigh to myself all alone!

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