The Knotting Song. The Words by Sir
Charles Sydney.
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HEars not my Phillis how the Birds,
Their feather’d Mates salute:
They tell their Passion in their Words,
Must I alone, must I alone be mute:
Phillis without a frown or smile,
Sat & knotted, & knotted, & knotted, and knotted all the while.
The God of Love in thy bright Eyes,
Does like a Tyrant Reign;
But in thy Heart a Child he lies,
Without a Dart or Flame.
Phillis, &c.
So many Months in silence past,
And yet in raging Love;
Might well deserve one word at last,
My Passion should approve.
Phillis, &c.
Must then your faithful Swain expire,
And not one look obtain;
Which to sooth his fond desire,
Might pleasingly explain.
Phillis, &c.
