THough the Pride of my Passion fair Sylvia betrays,
And frowns at the Love I impart;
Though kindly her Eyes twist amorous Rays,
To tye a more fortunate Heart:
Yet her Charms are so great, I’ll be bold in my Pain,
His Heart is too tender,
Too tender, that’s struck with Disdain.
Still my Heart is so just to my Passionate Eyes,
It dissolves with Delight while I gaze:
And he that loves on, though Sylvia denies,
His Love but his Duty obeys:
I no more can refrain her neglects to pursue,
Than the force, the force
Of her Beauty can cease to subdue.
A SONG.
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WHEN first I fair Celinda knew,
Her Kindness then was great:
Her Eyes I cou’d with Pleasure view,
And friendly Rays did meet:
In all Delights we past the time,
That could Diversion move;
She oft would kindly hear me Rhime
Upon some others Love:
She oft would kindly hear me Rhime,
Upon some others Love.
But ah! at last I grew too bold,
Prest by my growing Flame;
For when my Passion I had told,
She hated ev’n my Name:
Thus I that cou’d her Friendship boast,
And did her Love pursue;
And taught Contentment at the cost,
Of Love and Friendship too.
