To keep thee still the Landlord's slave,
If freedom's joys thy mind may move,
Come live with me and be my love!
THE NYMPH'S REPLY.
(Some way after Sir Walter Raleigh.)
If I were sure 'twere sooth thou'st sung,
That truth were on thy silvery tongue;
These pleasures must my passion move
To live with thee and be thy love.
But art thou sure the Allotted Field