Damon.
Ah, Sylvia, who's the happy Swain,
For whom that Glory you ordain!
Has Strephon, Pithius, Hilus, more
Of Youth, of Love, or Flocks a greater store?
My flame pursues you too, with that Address,
Which they want Passion to Profess:
Ah then make some Returns my Charming Shepherdess.
Sylvia.
Too Faithful Shepherd, I will try my Heart,
And if I can will give you part.
Damon.
Oh that was like your self exprest,
Give me but part, and I will steal the rest.
Sylvia.
Take care, Young Swain, you treat it well,
If you wou'd have it in your Bosom dwell;
Now let us to the Shades Retreat,
Where all the Nymphs and Shepherds meet.
Damon.