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And you my companions so dear,
Who sorrow to see me betray'd, Whatever I suffer, forbear,
Forbear to accuse the false maid ; Tho' thro' the wide world we should
range, 'Tis in vain from our fortune to fly ; 'Twas hers to be false, and to change,
'Tis mine to be constant, and die.
If while my hard fate I fuftain,
In her breast any pity is found,
And see me laid low in the ground:
Is to shade me with cypress and yew, And when she looks down on my grave
Let her own that her shepherd was true.
Then to her new love let her go,
And deck her in golden array, Be finest at every fine show,
And frolic it all the long dayl: While Colin forgotten and gone,
No more shall be heard of or seen, Unless when beneath the pale moon His ghost shall glide over the green.
S on a summer's day,
In the greenwood shade I lay,
As her fancy mov'd,
And as she passed by,
What a shame, quoth the,
For a swain muft it be, Like a lazy loon for to lie ?
And doft thou nothing heed
What a prize to-day
Shall be given away
There's not a single fwain
But with hopes and fears,
Now busily prepares The bonny boon to gain,
Shall another maiden shine
Up, up, dull swain,
Tune thy pipe once again, And make the garland mine.
Alas! my love, I cried,
Since thy dear defert
Is written in my heart, What is all the world beside ?
To me thou art more gay
Than the nymphs of our green,
So trim and so fheen,
What tho' my fortune frown,
My own dear ma
Be content with this shade
LEXIS hunn'd his fellow swains,
Heaven shield us all from Cupid's bow !
He nourish'd endless woe.
The nymphs and shepherds round him came,
The fatal cause all kindly seek;
CLORINDA came among the rest,
And ask'd the reason of his woe;
She fear'd too much to know.
The shepherd rais'd his mournful head,
While I the cruel truth reveal ? Which nothing from my breast should tear, Which never should offend your ear,
But that you bid me tell.
'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain,
You are the cause of all my care ; You eyes ten thousand dangers dart, Ten thousand torments vex my heart,
1 love, and I despair.
Too much ALEXis have I heard,
And yet I pardon you, the cried ;