THE TEARS OF AMYNTA, FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. A SONG. I. ON a bank, beside a willow, Joys are vanish'd, Damon, my beloved, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to discover Who so lived and loved as we! III. Never shall we curse the morning, 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 sighing and kissing so close. II. Ah! she cried, ah, for a languishing maid, By their praying and whining, 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; By their praying and whining, 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; 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, |