If my shepherd still grows fonder,
Ought I in return to love him?
Echo.—Love him, love him.
If he loves, as is the fashion,
Should I churlishly forsake him?
Or, in pity to his passion,
Fondly to my bosom take him?
Echo.—Take him, take him.
Thy advice, then, I’ll adhere to,
Since in Cupid’s chains I’ve led him,