And fung the great Creator's praife So when the laft and dreadful hour THE TEARS of A MY NT A, FOR THE TA, DEATH of DAM O N. SONG. I. Na bank, befide a willow, Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta figh'd alone: From the chearlefs dawn of morning 'Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus the made her moan: " Hope is banish'd, Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my belov'd, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! fo true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me; Melting kiffes, Murmuring bliffes : Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we! III. Never fhall we curfe the morning, Never blefs the night returning, Sweet embraces to restore: Never fhall we both lie dying, To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. *** A A S O N G. I. YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, SYLVIA Felt an innocent warmth, as fhe lay on the green : She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breaft: She faw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so clofe; By their praying and whining, And clafping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languishing maid, clofe! VOL. II. T By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And fighing and kiffing fo close. Cupid in shape of a swain did appear, He faw the fad wound, and in pity drew near; By their praying and whining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. THE LA D Y's S O N G. A I. Choir of bright beauties in fpring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the fhepherds in green; The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen : II. While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fshore, Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more; |