III. Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more, For we will perform what the deity swore : But if you dare think of deferving our charms, Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms: 16 Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return. A SONG. I. FAIR, fweet, and young, receive a prize eyes: you fee, Referv'd for your victorious II. Your face for conqueft was design'd, III. No graces can your form improve, A SONG. HIGH ftate and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treafure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire, My foul does infpire; That treafure, that treafure alone, I beg for my own. Your love let me crave; So matchlefs a bleffing; That empire is all I would have. All my ambition; If e'er you So faithful a lover, So real a flame, I'll die, I'll die, So give up my game. 5 10 15 A SONG. I. GO tell Amynta, gentle swain, II. A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. 3 10 Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, 15 SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. I. ASK not the caufe, why fullen Spring year: Chloris is gone, and fate provides 11. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She caft not back a pitying eye: 3 10 |