On those Darts with which she wounds;
No shepherd ever can escape,
But falls if Sylvia does but Frown.
Damon to his cost has prov'd,
All resistance is but vain;
Heaven has form'd her to be lov'd,
And made her Queen of all the Plain:
Damon when he saw her Face,
From her Beauty would have fled;
But the Charmer turn'd her Voice,