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THE

TEARS OF AMYNTA,

FOR THE

DEATH OF DAMON.

A SONG.

I.
On a bank, beside a willow,
Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,

Sad Amynta sigh'd alone ;
From the cheerless dawn of morning
Till the dews of night returning,
Singing thus, she made her moan :

Hope is banishid,

Joys are vanish’d,
Damon, my beloved, is gone!

II.
Time, I dare thee to discover
Such a youth, and such a lover ;

Oh, so true, so kind was he!
Damon was the pride of nature,
Charming in his every feature ;
Damon lived alone for me:

Melting kisses,

Murmuring blisses ;
Who so lived and loved as we!

III. Never shall we curse the morning, Never bless the night returning,

Sweet embraces to restore: Never shall we both lie dying, Nature failing, love supplying All the joys he drain'd before.

Death, come end me,

To befriend me;
Love and Damon are no more.

A SONG.

I. Sylvia, the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green; She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her

breast. She saw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so

close;

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,

And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing so close.

II.
Ah !' she cried, ah, for a languishing maid,
In a country of Christians, to die without aid !
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest,
To instruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so

close!

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,

And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing so close.

III. Cupid, in shape of a swain, did appear, He saw the sad wound, and in pity drew near ; Then shew'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear, For the pain was no more than a maiden may

bear. When the balm was infused, she was not at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so

close;

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,

And sighing and kissing,
And sighing and kissing so close.

THE

LADY'S SONG.

The obvious application of this song is to the banishment of King

James, and his beautiful consort Mary of Este.

I.
A choir of bright beauties in spring did appear,
To chuse a May-lady to govern the year :
All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds

in green,
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen ;
But Phyllis refused it, and sighing did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.
While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish’d, and Love is no more ;
The soft god of pleasure, that warm’d our desires,
Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires,
And vows that himself and his mother will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

III. Forbear your addresses, and court us no more, For we will perform what the deity swore. But, if you dare think of deserving our charms, Away with your sheep-hooks,and take to your arms; Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx, return.

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