'YE Shepherds and Nymphs, that adorn the gay plain, Approach from your sports, and attend to my strain! Amongst all your number, a Lover so true Was ne'er so undone, with such bliss in his view! 'Was ever a Nymph so hard-hearted as mine! She knows me sincere; and she sees how I pine! She does not disdain me, nor frown in her wrath; But calmly and mildly resigns me to death! She calls me her Friend; but her Lover denies! She smiles, when I'm cheerful; but hears not my sighs! A bosom so flinty, so gentle an Air, Inspires me with hope; and yet bids me despair! 'I fall at her feet, and implore her with tears; Her answer confounds, while her manner endears! When softly She tells me, to hope no relief; 6 My trembling lips bless her, in spite of my grief! By night, while I slumber still haunted with care, I start up in anguish, and sigh for the Fair! The Fair sleeps in peace! May She ever do so; And only when dreaming imagine my woe!' 'Then, gaze at a distance; nor further aspire! WHAT man, in his wits, had not rather be poor, Invironed from morning to night in a crowd; Still repining, and longing for quiet, each hour; With the means of enjoying his wish, in his power; For a year must be past, or a day must be come, Before he has leisure to rest; He must add to his store, this, or that, pretty sum; And then will have time to be blest! But his gains, more bewitching the more they increase, Only swell the desire of his eye! Such a wretch, let mine enemy live, if he please! Let not even mine enemy die! PHILLIS is lively, brisk, and gay; And loves the crystal springs, Where she, with Fountain Nymphs does play; And to DIANA sings. She roves through sweet ambrosial bowers, She culls, in groves, the sweetest flowers; CUPID STRINGING HIS BOW IN AN IDALIAN MEAD. HERE, CUPID puffed, and strung his bow; Resolved the Nymphs his power should know. DRUSILLA, this can testify! For as the Nymph stood peeping by; To view her wound, bright VENUS grieved, THE BEE. A WANTON Bee, of ancient fame, When Sleep to rest her eyes did charm, The waking Nymph, surprised to see At which, with fear the Virgin shook: THERE was an a May, and she lo'ed na men, 'When bonny young JOHNNY came o'er the sea, 'He had a wee Titty that lo'ed na me; Because I was twice as bonny as She! She rais'd sick a pother 'twixt him and his mother, That were ne my heart 's light, I wad dye! 'The day it was set, and the Bridal to be, 'His kin was for ane of a higher degree, |