3 Ever scorning, and denying To reward your faithful swain : Told him, that he loved in vain : 4 Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he loved in vain : IX. A SONG. 1 Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : 2 A sigh or tear perhaps she 'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, X. A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING. 1 Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring And winter storms invert the year: 2 Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; She cast not back a pitying eye; To sigh, to languish, and to die: 3 Great God of love, why hast thou made And change the laws of every land? 4 When Chloris to the temple comes, She can restore the dead from tombs, I only am by Love design'd XI. SONGS IN THE "INDIAN EMPEROR." I. Aн, fading joy! how quickly art thou past! As if the cares of human life were few, And follow Fate, which would too fast pursue. But on their mother Nature lay their care: Why then should man, the lord of all below, Such troubles choose to know, As none of all his subjects undergo ? And with a murmuring sound To gentle slumbers call. II. I LOOK'D, and saw within the book of fate, When lo! one happy hour Leap'd up, and smiled to save the sinking state ;; A day shall come when in thy power Thy cruel foes shall be ; Then shall thy land be free: And then in peace shall reign; But take, O take that opportunity, XII. SONG IN THE "MAIDEN QUEEN." I FEED a flame within, which so torments me, That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me :: 'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die than once remove it. Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it : Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel, And while I suffer this to give him quiet, On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me ; Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher. XIII. SONGS IN "THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA.” I. WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do, When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast, But asleep or awake I am never at rest, Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind; |