And spend my hours in sighs till he return.
FLAVIA.
You kindle into rapture at his name;
Be wise in time, and guard against a flame,
Which cherish’d, hopeless, will your charms efface,
And rob your features of each blooming grace.
The dear Castalia taught my heart to prove
The soft’ning charms and pleasing art of love.
Witness ye rural walks and verdant vales,
How charm’d I’ve listen’d to his melting tales;