A S O N I, FAIR, fweet and young, receive a prize Referv'd for your victorious eyes: From crouds, whom at your feet you fee, O pity, and distinguish me! As I from thousand beauties more Diftinguish you, and only you adore, II. Your face for conqueft was defign'd, III. No graces can your form improve, For after dying all reprieve's too late. A S HIG IGH ftate and honors to others impart, That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. Your love let me crave; Give me in poffeffing So matchless a bleffing; Love's my petition, All my ambition; I'll die, I'll die, So give up my game. Sighing to himself, and crying, II. Sighing to himself, and crying, Ever fcorning and denying To reward your faithful fwain: III. Ever fcorning, and denying To reward your faithful fwain: Told him, that he lov'd in vain : IV. Chloe, laughing at his crying, 茶茶 Α SONG. I. O tell Amynta, gentle swain, Gi 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 should in founds convey, What dying lovers dare not say. II. A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, Tell her my pains so fast increase, That foon they will be paft redress ; **** *&*&*&*&*&*& A SONG TO A Fair Young LADY, going out of the Town in the Spring. I. A SK not the cause, why fullen Spring And winter ftorms invert the year: |