III. SOLLICITUDE. W HY will you my paffion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? Ere I fhew you the charms of my love, She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien fhe enamours the brave; you that have been of her train, -But I cannot allow her to fmile. For when PARIDEL tries in the dance In ringlets he dreffes his hair, mind! And his crook is be-ftudded around; And his pipe-oh may PHYLLIS beware Of a magic there is in the found. 'Tis 'Tis his with mock paffion to glow; To the grove or the garden he ftrays, Then the lily no longer is white; Then the rofe is depriv'd of its bloom; Then the violets die with despight, And the wood-bines give up their perfume." Thus glide the foft numbers along, And he fancies no fhepherd his peer; --Yet I never fhould envy the fong, Were not PHYLLIS to lend it an ear. Let his crook be with hyacinths bound, IV. DISAPPOINTMENT. E fhepherds give ear to my lay, YE And take no more heed of my fheep: They have nothing to do, but to stray; She was fair and my paffion begun; Perhaps I was void of all thought; It banishes wifdom the while; Seems for ever adorn'd with a smile. She She is faithlefs, and I am undone ; What it cannot inftruct you to cure. Amid nymphs of an higher degree: It is not for me to explain How fair, and how fickle they be. Alas! from the day that we met, The glance that undid my repose. The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, The fweets of a dew-fprinkled rose, The found of a murmuring stream, The peace which from folitude flows, Henceforth fhall be CORYDON's theme. But we are not to find them our own; O ye woods, fpread your branches apace; I would hide with the beafts of the chace; Yet my reed shall refound thro' the grove With the fame fad complaint it begun ; How fhe fmil'd, and I could not but love; Was faithlefs, and I am undone ! LEVITIE |