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Oh, Henry, say, my only pride!
Should tender hearts like these divide?
Nor heart could wish, nor tongue could frame.
FAIR, and soft, and gay, and young,
All charm! she play'd, she danced, she sung, There was no way to 'scape the dart,
No care could guard the lover's heart. "Ah! why," cried I, and dropp'd a tear, (Adoring, yet despairing e'er
To have her to myself alone)
"Was so much sweetness made for one?"
But growing bolder, in her ear
I in soft numbers told my care:
She heard, and raised me from her feet,
Like heaven's, too mighty to express, My joys could but be known by guess! "Ah! fool," said I, what have I done, To wish her made for more than one ?”
But long I had not been in view,
But she that once could faithless be,
THO' cruel you seem to my pain,
Enjoyment's a trifle to him,
To me what a heaven 't would be!
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That arm, like a lily so white,
Which over his shoulders you lay,
Were I like a monarch to reign,
But if I must feel your disdain,
Oh! let me not live in this pain,
But give me my death in a frown.
YE shepherds and nymphs that adorn the gay plain, Approach from your sports and attend to my strain; Amongst all your number a lover so true
Was ne'er so undone with such bliss in his view.
Was ever a nymph so hard-hearted as mine?
She knows me sincere, and she sees how I pine;
She does not disdain me, nor frown in her wrath, But calmly and mildly resigns me to death.
She calls me her friend, but her lover denies ;
Inspires me with hope, and yet bids me despair.
I fall at her feet and implore her with tears;
By night, when I slumber, still haunted with care,
Then gaze at a distance, nor further aspire,
YE happy swains, whose hearts are free
Fly the fair sex if bliss you prize,
How faithless is the lover's joy!
How constant is their care!
The kind with falsehood do destroy,
The cruel with despair.