All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; The garland was giv'n, and Phyllis was queen : II. While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, III. 5 10 15 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more, VII. 18 A SONG. I. FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize, Reserv'd for your victorious eyes. From crowds, whom at your feet you see, Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer, at least, To instruct a young virgin that is at a loss 15 What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close: By their praying and whining, 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, 25 For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear: When the balm was infus'd she was not 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, 39 A CHOIR of bright beauties in spring did appear. To chuse a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green; The garland was giv'n, and Phyllis was queen : II. 5 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore, III. Forbear your addresses, and court us no more, 10 15 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. VII. A SONG. I. FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize, Reserv'd for your victorious eyes. From crowds, whom at your feet you see, 18 III. Ever scorning, and denying, Chloe, laughing at his crying, X. A SONG. I. Go tell Amynta, gentle Swain! 15 20 24 5 The gods ordain this kind relief, That Music should in sounds convey, What dying lovers dare not say. CHLOE found Amyntas lying, Kiss me, Dear! before my dying; II. Sighing to himself, and crying, 5 10 |