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She is faithless, and I am undone •,
Ye that witness the woes I endure, Let reason instruct you to shun
What it cannot instruct you to cure. * Beware how ye loiter in vain
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,
What hope of an end to my woes? When I cannot endure to forget
The glance that undid my repose. Yet time may diminish the pain:
The slow's, and the shrub, and the tree, Which I rearM for her pleasure in vain,
In time may have comfort for me.
The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rose,
The sound of a murmuring stream, The peace which from solitude flows,
Henceforth shall be Corvdon's theme. High transports are shewn to the sight,
But we are not to find them our own; Fate never bestow'd such delight,
As I with my Phyllis had known.
0 ye woods, spread your branches apace; To your deepest recesses I fly;
1 would hide with the beasts of the chace;
I would vanish from every eye.
With the same sad complaint it begun;
Was faithlessj and I am undone!
A Decision for the Ladies.
AWit, by learning well refin'd,
Young sprighdy Flirt, of blooming mien,
Went—when his glass advis'd him: While meagre Phil of books enquir'd; A wight, for wit and parts admir'd;
And witty ladies priz'd him.