ASK not, why forrow shades my brow; 'Nor why my fprightly looks decay: Alas! what need I beauty now, Since he that lov'd it, dy'd to day? Can ye have ears, and yet not know He's gone! he's gone! and I will go; But I'll go to him, tho' he be Wrapt in the cold, cold arms of death: And under yon fad cypress-tree I'll mourn, I'll mourn away my breath. WHY WHY fhou'd coy beauty be fo hard, Why fo perversely stand its guard, Such honour is, the tender maid, Love foon, with leave, wou'd lend his aid, But, the poor fool's fo taught to dread Her friend, her foe to favour, She thinks it ruin to be freed, Be wife, ye fair, and keep not dead I LOVE thee, by heav'n; I cannot fay more; If thou yield't not at once, I must e'en give thee o'er; What my love wants in words,it fhall make up in deeds I know how to love, and to make that love known; Had a goddess my heart, fhe fhou'd e'en lie alone, I'm a quaker in love, and but barely affirm I cannot bear love, like a Chancery-fuit, Long courtship's the vice of a phlegmatick fool; Like the grace of fanatical finners, Where the ftoniach's are loft, and the victuals grow Before men fit down to their dinners. (cool, WHY HY do'st thou fay I am forfworn, WH 'Cause thine I vow'd to be? Thou fee'it it is already morn; And 'twas last night I promis'd thee And I have lov'd thee much and long, And rob thee of a fresh embrace, Not but all joys in thy brown hair But I must have the black and fair: But if, when I have rang'd my round, CARE SOCCE ONE night, when all the village flept, The wand'ring fhepherd waking kept, Be gone, faid he, fond thoughts, be gone; one, Yet all the birds, the flocks, and powers, Can tell how many tender hours We here have pass'd in love: Have heard how fhe has fworn But, fince he's loft, oh! let me have a Sad nightingales the watch fhall keep, Then down the fhepherd lay to fleep, PATTIE |