For he ne'er could be true, fhe aver'd, Who could rob a poor bird of its young: And I lov'd her the more when I heard Such tendernefs fall from her tongue. I have heard her with fweetness unfold And the call'd it the fifter of love. Can a bofom fo gentle remain Unmov'd, when her Corydon fighs! Soft fcenes of contentment and eafe! But where does my Phyllida ftray? And where are her grots and her bowers? And the face of the valleys as fine; III. SO. III. SOLICITUDE. WHY will you my paffion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? Ere I fhew you the charms of my love, O you that have been of her train, Nay on him let not Phyllida frown; For when Paridel tries in the dance mind! And his crook is beftudded around; And his pipe-oh my Phillis beware Of a magic there is in the found. "Tis 'Tis his with mock paffion to glow; 'Tis his in fmooth tales to unfold, To the grove or the garden he strays, O Phyllis, he whispers, more fair, Then the lily no longer is white; Then the rose is depriv'd of its bloom; Then the violets die with defpight, And the wood-bines give up their perfume." Thus glide the foft numbers along, Yet I never fhould envy the fong, Were not Phyllis to lend it an ear. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, Let his forehead with laurels be crown'd, So they fhine not in Phyllis's eyes. The The language that flows from the heart Is a stranger to Paridel's tongue; -Yet may the beware of his art, Or fure I must envy the song. IV. DISAPPOINTMENT. YE fhepherds, give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep: She was fair-and my passion begun; Perhaps I was void of all thought: She is faithlefs, and I am undone; Beware Beware how you loiter in vain 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, The glance that undid my repofe. The flower, and the fhrub, and the tree, The fweets of a dew-fprinkled rofe, The found of a murmuring stream, ye woods, fpread your branches apace; To your deepest receffes I fly; I would hide with the beasts of the chace; Yet my reed fhall refound through the grove Was faithlefs, and I am undone ! LEVI |