Well, or ill, he briskly dances; Sits all day among the Ladies; Some French tune he 's ever humming; Under his left arm a bamboo, And whom last he laid on board. SURLY. If this be your accomplished Beau; He is the oddest fool I know! My time, O, ye Muses! was happily spent, When PHEBE went with me wherever I went, Ten thousand sweet pleasures I felt in my breast, Sure, never fond Shepherd like COLIN was blest! But now she is gone, and has left me behind ; What a marvellous change on a sudden I find! When things were as fine as could possibly be, I thought 'twas the Spring; but, alas! it was she! With such a companion, to tend a few sheep, To rise up and play, or to lie down and sleep; I was so good-humoured, so cheerful and gay, My heart was as light as a feather all day! But now I so cross and so peevish am grown, So strangely uneasy, as never was known! My Fair One is gone, and my joys are all drowned, And my heart-I am sure, it weighs more than a pound! The fountain, that wont to run sweetly along And dance to soft murmurs the pebbles among, Thou know'st, little CUPID! if PHEBE were there, 'Twas Pleasure to look at! 'twas Music to hear! But now she is absent, I walk by its side, And still, as it murmurs, do nothing but chide! 'Must you be so cheerful, while I go in pain? Peace there, with your bubbling; and hear me complain!' My lambkins, around me would oftentimes play, And PHEBE and I were as joyful as they; How pleasant their sporting, how happy their time, When Spring, Love, and Beauty were all in their prime! But now, in their frolics, when by me they pass; I fling at their fleeces a handful of grass! 'Be still then!' I cry, 'for it makes me quite mad, To see you so merry, while I am so sad!' My dog I was ever well pleased to see Come wagging his tail to my Fair One and me; And PHEBE was pleased too, and to my dog said, 'Come hither, poor fellow!' and patted his head. But now, when he 's fawning, I, with a sour look, Cry, 'Sirrah!' and give him a blow with my crook: And I'll give him another! For why should not Tray Be as dull as his master, when PHEBE's away? When walking with PHEBE, what sights have I seen! How fair was the flower! how fresh was the green! What a lovely appearance the trees and the shade, The cornfields and hedges, and every thing, made! But now she has left me, though all are still there, They none of them now so delightful appear ! 'Twas naught but the magic, I find, of her eyes Made so many beautiful prospects arise! Sweet music went with us both, all the wood through, The lark, linnet, throstle, and nightingale too. Winds over us whispered. Flocks by us did bleat; And chirp went the grasshopper under our feet. But now she is absent, though still they sing on, The woods are but lonely! the melody 's gone! Her voice, in the consort, as now I have found, Gave ev'ry thing else its agreeable sound. Rose! what is become of thy delicate hue? And where is the Violet's beautiful blue? Does aught of its sweetness the blossom beguile? That meadow, those Daisies, why do they not smile? Ah! rivals! I see what it was, that you drest And made yourselves fine for! A place in her breast' You put on your colours, to pleasure her eye; To be plucked by her hand, on her bosom to die! How slowly Time creeps, till my PHEBE return! While amidst the soft Zephyr's cold breezes I burn. Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread; I could breathe on his wings! and 'twould melt down the lead. Fly swifter, ye minutes! bring hither my Dear! And rest so much longer for 't, when she is here. 'Ah! COLIN! old Time is full of delay; Nor will budge one foot faster, for all thou canst say!' Will no pitying Power, that hears me complain, Or cure my disquiet, or soften my pain? 'To be cured, thou must, COLIN! thy Passion remove; Fair! GOD bless the King! I mean the Faith's Defender! |