So when the last and dreadful hour THE TEARS OF AMYNTA, For the Death of Damon. ON a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sigh'd alone: From the cheerless dawn of morning, Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my beloved, is gone!' Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and such a lover; Oh! so true, so kind was he! Damon was the pride of Nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon lived alone for me; Melting kisses, Murmuring blisses; Who so lived and lov'd as we!' 'Never shall we curse the morning, To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more.' SONG. SYLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast: She saw the men eager, but was at a loss What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close: By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. Ah! she cried; ah, for a languishing maid, By their praying and whining, And sighing and kissing so close. Cupid in shape of a swain did appear; He saw the sad 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 infused, she was not at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so By their praying and whining, [close: And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing so close, THE LADIES' SONG. A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear, in green; The garland was given, and Phillis was queen: But Phillis refused it, and sighing, did say, 'I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.' "While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more; The soft god of Pleasure, that warm'd our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires; And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return. Forbear your addresses, and court us no more, For we will perform what the deity swore; But if you dare think of deserving our charms, Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms: Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan and his son, and fair Syrinx, return.' SONG. FAIR, sweet, and young, receive a prize As I, from thousand beauties more, In pity then prevent my fate, For after dying all reprieve's too late. HIGH state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, So matchless a blessing; RONDELAY. CHLOE found Amyntas lying, Wretched I, to love in vain! Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain!' |