Ever scorning, and denying Told him that he loved in vain :' Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him that he loved in vain :' But repenting and complying, When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again: Kiss'd him up, before his dying; Kiss'd him up, and eased his pain. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, A sigh or tear, perhaps, she 'll give, Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid: Tell her my pains so fast increase, TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING. ASK not the cause, why sullen Spring Chloris is gone, the cruel fair! She cast not back a pitying eye; To sigh, to languish, and to die : Great god of Love, why hast thou made A face that can all hearts command, That all religions can invade, And change the laws of every land? Where thou hadst placed such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. When Chloris to the temple comes, OF A SCHOLAR AND HIS MISTRESS, WHO BEING CROSSED BY THEIR FRIENDS, FELL MAD FOR ONE ANOTHER, AND NOW FIRST MEET IN BEDLAM. [Music within.] The lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper. -I see my love appear! PHIL. Look, look, I see "Tis he-'tis he alone, For like him there is none; 'Tis the dear, dear man; 'tis thee, dear. AMYNT. Hark! the winds war, The foamy waves roar; I see a ship afar, Tossing and tossing and making to the shore: So radiant of hue, St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the sails? Ah! No, no, no. St. Hermo never, never shone so bright; 'Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light: "Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. PHIL. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. And all the furies join, [charm. I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through the [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace. PHIL. Shall I marry the man I love? AMYNT. Body join'd to body, and heart join'd To make sure of the cure, [to heart, Go call the man in black to mumble o'er his part. PHIL. But suppose he should stay AMYNT. At worst if he delay, "Tis a work must be done, We'll borrow but a day, And the better, the sooner begun. Chorus of both.] At worst if he delay, &c. [They run out together hand in hand. FROM MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE. WHY should a foolish marriage vow, Till our love was lov'd out of us both; When the pleasures are fled; If I have pleasures for a friend, And further love in store, What wrong has he, whose joys did end, And who could give no more? "Tis a madness that he Should be jealous of me, Or that I should bar him of another: Is to give ourselves pain, FROM TYRANNIC LOVE. Aн, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire ! And what pleasing pains we prove Sighs which are from lovers blown Love and Time with reverence use, |