He is mine too; be not near me, Tho' this flow'ry season woes you Britain's fons can never fail her, Your foft courage fires each failor, War and danger now invite us, SONG 85. DAMON AND FLORELLA. Damon. CAST, my love, thine eyes around, See the sportive lambkins play; Nature gayly decks the ground, All in honour of the May; Like the fparrow and the dove, Liften to the voice of Love. Florella. Damon, thou haft found me long Often held me in the dale : Damon. Not the verdure of the grove, Florella. Not the water's gentle fall By the bank, with poplars crown'd, Not the feather'd fongfters all, Nor the flute's melodious found, Can delight Florella's ear If her Damon is not near. Both. Let us love, and let us live, Like the chearful season gay; Banish care, Tribute to the fragrant May; Like the fparrow and the dove Listen to the voice of love. SONG 86. How pleasant a failor's life paffes, Who roams o'er the watery main ! No treasure he ever amaffes, But chearfully fpends all his gain. And would not commit a base action, Then why should we quarrel for riches, A light heart and a thin pair of breeches The world is a beautiful garden, And mountainous billows affright, Then why should, &c. The courtier's more fubject to dangers, The various bleffings of nature, Then why should, &c. SONG 87. E nymphs, 'tis true to Cokin's ftrain, Alas, could I may heart fecure, When truth conveys the tender tale, Love o'er difcretion will prevail, SONG 88. TELL me, tell me, charming creature, Will you never ease my pain? Muft I die for ev'ry feature? Muft I always love in vain? The defire of admiration, Is the pleasure you pursue : Prithee, try a lafting paffion, Such a love as mine for you. Tears and fighing could not move you, Then you faid I went too far. Let their flaves be what they will Your neglect with torments fill me, Pray confider, if you kill me, You will have a lover lefs. If your wand'ring heart is beating, But when you have done coquetting, 12 40770 |