SONG,

IN THE MAIDEN QUEEN.

I FEED a flame within, which fo torments

me,

That it both pains my heart, and yet contents

me:

'Tis fuch a pleafing fmart, and I fo love it, That I had rather die, than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, fhall never know

it;

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My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show

it.

Not a figh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall filently, like dew on roses.

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Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the facrifice, as 'tis the fuel:
And while I fuffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
Where I conceal my love no frown can fright

me:

To be more happy, I dare not afpire;

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Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

SONG,

IN THE FIRST PART OF THE CONQUEST OF

GRANADA.

I.

WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do,
My Phillis is ftill in my mind;

When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go,
My feet, of themfelves, the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And, when I would rail, I can bring out no

more,

Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!

II.

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When Phyllis I fee, my heart bounds in my breaft,

And the love I would ftifle is shown;

But afleep, or awake, I am never at reft,
When from my eyes Phyllis is gone.
Sometimes a fad dream does delude my

mind;

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fad

But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find, How I figh to myself all alone!

III.

Should a king be my rival in her I adore,

He fhould offer his treasure in vain :
O, let me alone to be happy and poor,
And give me my Phyllis again!

Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a defart with her be confin'd,
And envy no monarch his reign.

IV.

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Alas! I difcover too much of my love,
And the too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
And makes me grow jealous each hour;
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis, both falfe and un-

kind,

Than ever be freed from her power.

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SONG, IN TWO PARTS,

IN THE SECOND PART OF THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA.

I.

He. How unhappy a lover am I,

All

While I figh for my Phyllis in vain ; my hopes of delight

Are another man's right,

Who is happy, while I am in pain! 5

II.

She. Since her honour allows no relief,

But to pity the pains which you bear, 'Tis the best of your fate,

In a hopeless eftate,

To give o'er, and betimes to defpair.

III.

He. I have tried the falfe med'cine in vain ; 11 For I wish what I hope not to win:

From without, my defire

Has no food to its fire;

But it burns and confumes me within.

IV.

She. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know
That you are not unhappy alone:
For the nymph you adore

Is as wretched, and more;

And counts all your fufferings her

own.

V.

He. O ye gods, let me fuffer for both;

At the feet of my Phyllis I'll lie:
I'll refign up my breath,

And take pleasure in death,

To be pitied by her when I die.

VI.

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She. What her honour denied you in life,
In her death fhe will give to your

love.

Such a flame as is true

After fate will renew,

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