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How firnple is tb? rjymph, ,fhe cries^
Who trifles with her lover's pain f
Nature ftill fpeaks in womens eyes,
Our artful lips are made to feign.
Oh Daphnis ! Daphnis ! 'twas my pride,
'Twas not my heart thy love deny'd :
Come back, dear youth, again.
As t'other day *ny hand he feiz'd,
My blood with trickling motion flew.
Sudden I put on looks difpleas'd, ,. ;, . , .. v . -^.i
And hafty from bis hold withdr^ital icjrina-iTyii iitP
'Twas fear alone, thou fimple fwain;;:/i33f> AiuWf
Then hadft thou prefs'd my hand agalnjt^« .^^^.^^^'
My hearthad yielded too. ' ' ^^-^^'^^^«^— -^^
'Tis true, thy tuneful reed I blam'd.
That fweird thy lip and rofy cheek ;
Think not thy skill in fong defam'd,
Thy lip fhould other pleafures feek. - ■
Much much thy mufick I approve.
Yet break thy pipe, for more I love
Much. more to hear thee fpeak.
My heart forbodes that I'm betray 'd ;
Daphnht I fear, is ever gone ! ,
I^aft night with Delia^-z dog he play'd ;
Love by fuch trifles firll comes on.
Now, now, dear (hepherd, come away,
My tongue would riow my heart betray, '
^ AhChloe! thou art won. "^
The youth ftept forth with hafty pace,
And found where Vidlhing Chloe lay ;
Shame fudden lightned in her face,
Confus'd, file knew not what to fay i
At laft, in broken words, (he cry'd,
To morrow you in vain had try'd,
But I am loll to day.
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