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Pleasant and Diver live. 165
When Phillis I see, my Heart burns in my Breast,
And the Love I would stifle is shown ;
But asleep or awake, I am never at rest,
When from mine Eyes Phillis is gone :
Sometimes a sweet Dream doth delude my sad Mind,
But alas ! when I wake, and no Phillis I find,
Then I sigh to my self all alone !
Then I sigh to my self all alone !
Should a King be my Rival, in her I adore,
He should offer his Treasure in vain ;
let me alone to be Happy and Poor,
And give me my Phillis again :
Let Phillis be mine, and ever be kind,
1 could to a Desart, with her be confin'd,
And envy no Monarch his Reign :
And envy no Monarch his Reign.
Alas ! I discover too much of my Love,
And she too well knows her own Pow'r ;
She makes me each Day a new Martyrdom prove,
And makes me grow Jealous each Hour :
But let her each Minute Torment my poor Mind,
I had rather love Phillis, both false and unkind,
Than ever be freed from her pow'r :
Than ever be freed from her pow'r.