All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds

in green;

The garland was giv'n, and Phyllis was queen :
But Phyllis refus'd it, and, sighing, did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.

While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more;
The soft god of pleasure, that warm'd our desires,
Has broken his bow and extinguish'd his fires;
And vows that himself and his mother will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

III.

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Forbear your addresses, and court us no more,
For we will perform what the Deity swore ;
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.

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A SONG.

I.

FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize,

Reserv'd for your victorious eyes.

From crowds, whom at your feet you see,
O pity and distinguish me!

Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer, at least,
Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest,

To instruct a young virgin that is at a loss

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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,

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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 :
But Phyllis refus'd it, and, sighing, did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.

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While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more;
The soft god of pleasure, that warm'd our desires,
Has broken his bow and extinguish'd his fires;
And vows that himself and his mother will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

III.

Forbear your addresses, and court us no more,
For we will perform what the Deity swore ;

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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,
O pity and distinguish me!

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III.

Ever scorning, and denying,
To reward your faithful swain;
Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him that he lov'd in vain :
Kiss me, Dear! before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!
IV.

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

X.

A SONG.

I.

Go tell Amynta, gentle Swain!
I would not die, nor dare complain;
Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To souls oppres'd, and dumb with grief,

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The gods ordain this kind relief,

That Music should in sounds convey,

What dying lovers dare not say.

CHLOE 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;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

II.

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain!
Ever scorning, and denying,
To reward your faithful swain:
Kiss me, Dear? before my dying:
Kiss me once, and case my pain!

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