Volume Ii Part 14 (1/2)
2 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our sh.o.r.e, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more: The soft G.o.d of pleasure, that warm'd our desires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires; And vows that himself and his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
3 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more; For we will perform what the Deity swore: But if you dare think of deserving our charms, Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms; Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn, When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 44: Intended to apply to the banishment of King James and his wife, Mary of Este.]
VI.
A SONG.
1 Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize Reserved for your victorious eyes: From crowds, whom at your feet you see, O pity, and distinguish me!
As I from thousand beauties more Distinguish you, and only you adore.
2 Your face for conquest was design'd, Your every motion charms my mind; Angels, when you your silence break, Forget their hymns, to hear you speak; But when at once they hear and view, Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.
3 No graces can your form improve, But all are lost, unless you love; While that sweet pa.s.sion you disdain, Your veil and beauty are in vain: In pity then prevent my fate, For after dying all reprieve's too late.
VII.
A SONG.
High state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own.
So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, My soul does inspire; That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave; Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing; That empire is all I would have.
Love's my pet.i.tion, All my ambition; If e'er you discover So faithful a lover, So real a flame, I'll die, I'll die, So give up my game.
VIII.
RONDELAY.
1 Chloe found Amyntas lying, All in tears upon the plain; Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain!
Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain!
2 Sighing to himself, and crying, Wretched I, to love in vain!