And you my companions fo dear,

Who forrow to see me betray'd, Whatever I fuffer, forbear,

Forbear to accufe the falfe maid;

Tho' thro' the wide world we should range,
"Tis in vain from our fortune to fly;
'Twas hers to be falfe, and to change,
'Tis mine to be constant, and die.

If while my hard fate I sustain,
In her breast any pity is found,

Let her come with the nymphs of the plain,
And fee me laid low in the ground:
The laft humble boon that I crave

Is to shade me with cypress and yew,
And when the looks down on my grave
Let her own that her thepherd was true.

Then to her new love let her

go,

And deck her in golden array,
Be finest at every fine show,

And frolic it all the long day :
While COLIN forgotten and gone,
No more fhall be heard of or feen,
Unless when beneath the pale moon
His ghoit fhall glide over the green.

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ROWE.

A

S on a fummer's day,

In the greenwood shade I lay,
The maid that I lov'd,

As her fancy mov'd,
Came walking forth that way.

And as the paffed by,

With a fcornful glance of her eye,

What a fhame, quoth fhe,

For a fwain muft it be,

Like a lazy loon for to lie?

And doft thou nothing heed

What Pan our God has decreed;

What a prize to-day

Shall be given away

To the sweetest shepherd's reed?

There's

There's not a fingle swain
Of all this fruitful plain,

But with hopes and fears,
Now bufily prepares
The bonny boon to gain.

Shall another maiden fhine
In brighter array than thine?
Up, up, dull fwain,

Tune thy pipe once again,
And make the garland mine.

Alas! my love, I cried,

What avails this courtly pride?

Since thy dear defert

Is written in my heart, What is all the world befide?

To me thou art more gay

In this homely ruffet gray,

Than the nymphs of our green,
So trim and fo fheen,

Or the brighteft queen of May.

What

What tho' my fortune frown,
And deny thee a filken gown ;
My own dear maid,

Be content with this fhade

And a fhepherd all thy own.

ROWE.

A

LEXIS fhunn'd his fellow fwains,
Their rural sports and jocund ftrains;
Heaven fhield us all from Cupid's bow!

He loft his crook, he left his flocks,
And wandering thro' the lonely rocks,
He nourish'd endless woe.

The nymphs and shepherds round him came,
His grief fome pity, others blame,

The fatal caufe all kindly feek;

He mingled his concern with theirs,
He gave them back their friendly tears,

He figh'd, but could not speak.

CLORINDA

CLORINDA came among the reft,
And fhe too kind concern expreft

And afk'd the reason of his woe;
She afk'd, but with an air and mien
That made it easily foreseen

She fear'd too much to know.

The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head,
And will you pardon me, he said,

While I the cruel truth reveal?

Which nothing from my breaft fhould tear,
Which never fhould offend your ear,
But that you bid me tell.

"Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain,
Since you appear'd upon the plain,

You are the cause of all my care;
You eyes ten thousand dangers dart,
Ten thousand torments vex my heart,
I love, and I defpair.

Too much ALEXIS have I heard,

"Tis what I thought, 'tis what I fear'd,

But

And yet I pardon you, she cried; you fhall promife ne'er again

To breathe your vows, or speak your pain; He bow'd, obey'd, and died.