IAnthia the lovely, the Joy of her Swain,
By Iphis was lov’d, and lov’d Iphis again;
She liv’d in the Youth, and the Youth in the Fair,
Their Pleasure was equal, and equal their Care;
No Time, no Enjoyment their Dotage withdrew;
But the longer they liv’d, but the longer they liv’d,
Still the fonder they grew.
A Passion so happy alarm’d all the Plain,
Some envy’d the Nymph, but more envy’d the Swain;
Some swore ’twould be pity their Loves to invade,
That the Lovers alone for each other was made:
But all, all consented, that none ever knew,
A Nymph yet so kind, a Nymph yet so kind,
Or a Shepherd so true.
Love saw ’em with Pleasure, and vow’d to take care
Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent Pair;
What either did want, he bid either to move,
But they wanted nothing, but ever to love:
Said, ’twas all that to bless him his God-head cou’d do,
That they still might be kind, that they still might be kind,
And they still might be true.
A SONG.
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BRing out your Coney-Skins
Bring out your Coney-Skins Maids to me,
And hold them fair that I may see,
Grey, Black and Blue, for the smaller Skins
I’ll give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins,
And for your whole Coney
Here’s ready Money,
Come gentle Joan, do thou begin
With thy black Coney, thy black Coney-Skin,
And Mary and Joan will follow,
With their Silver-hair’d Skins and yellow;
The White Coney-Skin I will not lay by,
For tho’ it be faint, it is fair to the Eye:
The Grey it is worn, but yet for my Money,
Give me the bonny, bonny black Coney;
Come away fair Maids, your Skins will decay,
Come and take Money Maids, put your Wares away:
Ha’ye any Coney-Skins, ha’ye any Coney-Skins,
Ha’ye any Coney-Skins here to sell?
