Alas! filly fwain that I was ! Thus fadly complaining he cried; I liften'd, and cry'd, when the fung, How foolish was I to believe She would doat on fo lowly a clown, Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forfake the fine folks of the town; To think that a beauty so gay, Το So kind and fo conftant would prove, go And live in a cottage on love. clad like our maidens in gray, What tho' I have fkill to complain, Tho' the Mufes my temples have crown'd? Ah COLIN thy hopes are in vain, Thy fair one inclines to a swain And And you my companions fo dear, Forbear to accuse the falfe maid; Tho' thro' the wide world we should range, If while my hard fate I sustain, Let her come with the nymphs of the plain, Is to fhade me with cypress and yew, Then to her new love let her go, Be fineft at every fine show, And frolic it all the long day: green. ROWE. A S on a fummer's day, In the greenwood shade I lay, As her fancy mov'd, And as the paffed by, With a scornful glance of her eye, What a fhame, quoth fhe, For a fwain muft it be, Like a lazy loon for to lie? And doft thou nothing heed What Pan our God has decreed; What a prize to-day Shall be given away To the sweetest shepherd's reed? There's There's not a single swain But with hopes and fears, Now bufily prepares The bonny boon to gain. Shall another maiden shine Tune thy pipe once again, Alas! my love, I cried, Since thy dear defert Is written in my heart, What is all the world befide? To me thou art more gay In this homely ruffet gray, Than the nymphs of our green, Or the brightest queen of May. What What tho' my fortune frown, Be content with this fhade And a fhepherd all thy own. RowE. A LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow fwains, He loft his crook, he left his flocks, The nymphs and shepherds round him came, The fatal caufe all kindly feek; He mingled his concern with theirs, He figh'd, but could not speak. CLORINDA |