6 The hills and dales no more resound The lambkin's tender cry! All Nature seemed, in still repose, That gently rolled the tuneful wave. 666 Take, take whate'er of bless, or joy, Whate'er of joy, or bless, I boast; The woods struck up, to the soft gale; The feathered choir resumed their voice; And wonder filled the grove! 'The hills and dales again resound Was Verdure, Beauty, Song! I snatched her to my trembling breast! All Nature joyed along!' '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; 'By night, while I slumber still haunted with care, '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, And, in her pain, the Nymph relieved; 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 : |