Set by Mr. Anthony Young.
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CEASE whining Damon to Complain,
Of thy Unhappy Fate;
That Sylvia should thy Love disdain,
Which lasting was and great.
For Love so constant flames so bright,
More unsuccessful prove:
Than cold neglect and sudden slight,
To gain the Nymph you love.
Then only you’ll obtain the Prize,
When you her Coyness use;
If you pursue the Fair, she flies,
But if you fly, pursues.
Had Phœbus not pursu’d so fast
The seeming cruel she;
The God a Virgin had embrac’d,
And not a lifeless Tree.
A Song in the Opera call’d the Brittish
Enchanters. Set by Mr. J. Eccles.
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