A Song, Set by Mr. Jer. Clark.
I'M vext to think that Damon wooes me,
Who with Sighs and Tears pursues me;
He still whining and repining,
Of my Rigour does complain:
I'd not see him, yet wou'd free him,
And my self, my self from pain:
I'll enjoy him, and so cloy him,
Love cures Love, more, more than Disdain.