Alonzo’s equal ne’er was found.
To Anna’s banks, alas! he’s gone;
To Eccles fam’d for maidens fair;
And, to augment my grievous moan,
I dread some pow’rful rival there.
Armeda.
O Sylvia, all your fears are vain;
I’ve seen the nymphs display their art,
To captivate your charming swain;
But none can there engage his heart.