W III. SOLLICITUDE. HY will you my paffion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? Ere I fhew you the charms of my love, She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien fhe enamours the brave; the free; With her wit fhe engages She is ev'ry way pleasing to me. you that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays ; I could lay down my life for the fwain, That will fing but a fong in her praise. When he fings, may the nymphs of the town Come trooping, and liften the while ; Nay on him let not PHYLLIDA frown; But I cannot allow her to fmile. For when PARIDEL tries in the dance Might she ruin the peace of my mind! In ringlets he dreffes his hair,. And his crook is be-ftudded around; And his pipe-oh may PHYLLIS beware Of a magic there is in the found. "Tis his with mock paffion to glow; To the grove or the garden he strays, Then the lily no longer is white; Then the rofe is depriv'd of its bloom; G Then Then the violets die with despight, And the woodbines give up their perfume. Thus glide the foft numbers along, And he fancies no fhepherd his peer; Yet I never fhould envy the song, Were not PHYLLIS to lend it an ear. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, Yet may fhe beware of his art, Or fure I muft envy the song. IV. DISAPPOINTMENT. Y E fhepherds give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep: They have nothing to do, but to ftray; She was fair and my paffion begun; She She fmil'd, and I could not but love; Perhaps I was void of all thought; That a nymph fo compleat would be fought, And the lip of the nymph we admire She is faithlefs, and I am undone ; What it cannot inftru&t you to cure. Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain How fair, and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met, Yet time may diminish the pain: The flower, the shrub, and the tree, Which I rear'd for her pleasure in vain, In time may have comfort for me. The fweets of a dew-sprinkled rose, As I with my PHYLLIS had known. O ye woods, fpread your branches apace; To your deepest receffes I fly; ; I would hide with the beafts of the chace; SHENSTONE. |