And she that hears thy voice, and sees thy eyes, With too much pleasure, too much softness dies. Cease, cease, with sighs to warm my soul, Who can the kindling fire control, The tender force withstand? Thy sighs and touches like wing'd lightning fly, And are the God of Love's artillery. Scotch Song. When Jemmy first began to love, Or danc'd upon the plain. "Twas then that I, weys me poor heart, My freedom threw away; And finding sweets in every smart, I could not say him nay. And ever when he talk'd of love, Gued faith, and why not mine? He'd press my hand, and kiss it oft, Sometimes to feed my flocks with him So did he me, I vow. But now for Jemmy must I mourn, His sheep-hook to a sword must turn ; His bag-pipe into warlike sounds Must now exchanged be; Instead of bracelets, fearful wounds; Then what becomes of me? SONG. DAMON, I cannot blame your will, I met the arrows as they flew, And sav'd her from their harms. Alas! she cannot make returns, A shepherd whom she does caress, Content thee with this victory, Think me as fair and young as she : I'll make thee garlands all the day, And in the groves we'll sit and sing; SONG. How strongly does my passion flow, Damon had ne'er subdu'd my heart, Had not Alexis took his part; When my Alexis present is, Then I for Damon sigh and mourn; But when Alexis I do miss, Damon gains nothing but my scorn. But if it chance they both are by, Cure then, thou mighty winged God, SONG. As wretched, vain, and indiscreet, Whose bartering friends in council meet Some miserable pair that never met before. Poor love of no account must be, Tho' ne'er so fix'd and true : No merit but in gold they see; So portion and estate agree, No matter what the bride and bridegroom do. Curs'd may all covetous husbands be, That wed with such design, And curs'd they are; for while they ply Their wealth, some lover by the by Reaps the true bliss, and digs the richer mine. SONG. In vain does Hymen with religious vows "Tis Love alone can make our fetters please. |