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All in tears, upon the plain,
Wretched I, to love in vain! Kiss me, dear, before my dying ; Kiss me once, and ease my pain.
Wretched I, to love in vain !
To reward your faithful swain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying ; Kiss me once, and ease my pain.
To reward your faithful swain.Chloe, laughing at his crying,
Told him, that he loved in vain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying ; Kiss me once, and ease my pain.
Told him, that he loved in vain ; But, repenting, and complying,
When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again : Kiss'd him up before his dying ;
Kiss'd him up, and eased his pain.
I. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : Thy tuneful voice with numbers join, Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To souls oppress'd, and dumb with grief, The gods ordain this kind relief, That music should in sounds convey, What dying lovers dare not say.
II. A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, That soon they will be past redress; But, ah! the wretch that speechless lies, Attends but death to close his eyes.
FAIR YOUNG LADY,
GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING.
So long delays her flowers to bear,
And winter storms invert the year ;-
She cast not back a pitying eye ;
To sigh, to languish, and to die.
A face that can all hearts command,
And change the laws of every land ?