Damon forsaken. Set by Mr. Wroth.
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WHEN that young Damon bless’d my Heart,
And in soft Words did move;
How did I hug the pleasing Dart,
And thank’d the God of Love:
Cupid, said I, my best lov’d Lamb,
That in my Bosom lives:
To thee, for kindling this dear Flame,
To thee, kind God, I’ll give.
But prying Friends o’er-heard my Vow,
And murmur’d in my Ear;
Damon hath neither Flocks nor Plough,
Girl what thou dost beware:
They us’d so long their cursed Art,
And damn’d deluding sham;
That I agreed with them to part,
Nor offer’d up my Lamb.
Cupid ask’d for his Offering,
’Cause I refus’d to pay;
He took my Damon on his Wing,
And carry’d him quite away:
Pitch’d him before Olinda’s Charms,
Those Wonders of the Plain;
Commanding her into her Arms,
To take the dearest Swain.
The envy’d Nymph, soon, soon obey’d,
And bore away the Prize;
’Tis well she did, for had she stay’d,
I’d snatch’d him from her Eyes:
My Lamb was with gay Garlands dress’d,
The Pile prepar’d to burn;
Hoping that if the God appeas’d,
My Damon might return.
But oh! in vain he’s gone, he’s gone,
Phillis he can’t be thine;
I by Obedience am undone,
Was ever Fate like mine:
Olinda do, try all thy Charms,
Yet I will have a part;
For whilst you have him in your Arms,
I’ll have him in my Heart.
