IV.

Then clear your brow and look more gay;
Do not yourself to grief resign;

Who knows, but that those powers may
The pair they now have parted join?

V.

But since they have thus cruel been,
And could such constant lovers sever,
I dare not trust, lest now they're in,
They should divide us two for ever.

VI.

Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Rememb'ring, though, upon what score;
This our last parting look believe,
Believe we must embrace no more.

VII.

Yet should our sun shine out at last,
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling cast

To make two wand'ring lovers meet;

VIII.

How great would then our pleasure be,

To find Heav'n kinder than believ'd;

And we who had no hopes to see
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!

But say,

IX.

should Heav'n bring no relief, Suppose our sun should never rise, Why then, what's due to such a grief

We've paid already with our eyes.

LET

V. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

ET perjur'd fair Amynta know What for her sake I undergo; Tell her, for her how I sustain A ling'ring fever's wasting pain; Tell her the torments I endure, Which only, only she can cure.

II.

But, oh! she scorns to hear or see
The wretch that lies so low as me;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas! in vain;
For ne'er 'twas found (tho' often try'd)
That Pity ever dwelt with Pride.

VI. SET BY MR. SMITH.

I.

PHILLIS, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill,
Tell me what pleasure you can find
In forcing Nature 'gainst her will.

II.

'Tis true, you may with art and pain
Keep in some glowings of desire,
But still those glowings which remain
Are only ashes of the fire.

III.

Then let us free each other's soul,
And laugh at the dull constant fool,
Who would Love's liberty controul
And teach us how to whine by rule.

IV.

Let us no impositions set,

Or clogs upon each other's heart;
But as for pleasure first we met,
So now for pleasure let us part.

V.

We both have spent our stock of love,
So consequently should be free;

Thyrsis expects you in yon grove,
And pretty Chloris stays for me.

VII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

PHILLIS, this pious talk give o’er,

And modestly pretend no more,

It is too plain an art:

Surely you take me for a fool,

And would by this prove me so dull
As not to know your heart.

Since any one may plainly see
You'd only save yourself with me,
And with another damn.

STILL, Dorinda, I adore;

Think I mean not to deceive ye,
For I lov'd you much before,
And, alas! now love you more,
Tho' I force myself to leave you.

II.

Staying, I my vows shall fail,

Virtue yields as loye grows stronger;

Fierce desires will prevail,

You are fair and I am frail,

And dare trust myself no longer.

III.

You, my love, too nicely coy,

Lest I should have gain'd the treasure,

Made my vows and oaths destroy

The pleasing hopes I did enjoy

Of all my future peace and pleasure.

IV.

To my vows I have been true,

And in silence hid my anguish ;

But I cannot promise, too,

What my love may make me do,

While with her for whom I languish.

V.

For in thee strange magic lies,
And my heart is too, too tender;
Nothing's proof against those eyes,
Best resolves and strictest ties

To their force must soon surrender.

VI.

But, Dorinda, you're severe,

I much doating thus to sever;
Since from all 1 hold most dear,
That you may no longer fear,
I divorce myself for ever.

IX. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

Is it, O Love, thy want of eyes,

Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,
Or for each other bleed?

II.

If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts

One am rous shaft obey,

"Twould save the expence of darts,

And more extend thy sway.

III.

Forbear, alas! thus to destroy

Thyself, thy growing pow'r,

For that which would be stretch'd by joy Despair will soon devour.