A S O N G.

HIG

IGH state and honors to others impart,
But
But give me your heart:

me

That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire,
My foul does infpire;

That treasure, that treasure alone,

Your love let me crave;

Give me in poffeffing

So matchless a bleffing;

That empire is all I would have.

Love's my petition,

All my ambition;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,

So real a flame,

I'll die, I'll die,

So give up my game.

穀

RON DEL A Y.

CHLO

I.

HLOE found Amyntas lying,
All in tears upon the plain;

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

II.

Sighing to himself, and crying,,
Wretched I, to love in vain !

Ever fcorning and denying

To reward your faithful fwain: Kifs me, dear, before my dying, Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

Ever fcorning, and denying

To reward your faithful fwain:
Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain :
Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and cafe my pain!

IV.

Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he lov'd in vain :
But repenting, and complying,
When he kiss'd, fhe kifs'd again :
Kifs'd him up before his dying;
Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

A

SON G.

I.

O tell Amynta, gentle fwain,

Go

I would not die, nor dare complain :

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls opprefs'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That mufic fhould in founds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

II.

A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,

But love on pity cannot live.

RON DELAY.

CH

I.

HLOE found Amyntas lying,
All in tears upon the plain;

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

II.

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Ever fcorning and denying

To reward your faithful fwain:
Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

Ever fcorning, and denying

To reward your faithful fwain:
Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain :
Kifs me, dear, before my dying;
Kifs me once, and cafe my pain!

IV.

Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain : But repenting, and complying, When he kiss'd, fhe kifs'd again : Kifs'd him up before his dying; Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

A

SON G.

I.

O tell Amynta, gentle fwain,

Go

I would not die, nor dare complain :

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls opprefs'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That music should in sounds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

II.

A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,
But love on pity cannot live.