She is faithlefs, and I am undone; 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, The glance that undid my repose. The flow'r, and the shrub, and the tree, The sweets of a dew-sprinkled rofe, The found of a murmuring stream, Fate never bestow'd fuch delight, O ye woods, fpread your branches apace; I would hide with the beafts of the chace; Yet my reed shall refound thro' the grove LEVITIES; FLIRT and PHIL; A Decifion for the LADIES. A Wit, by learning well refin’d, A beau, but of the rural kind, TO SILVIA made pretences; Young sprightly FLIRT, of blooming mien, Went-when his glass advis'd him: SILVIA |