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"When he u-il'i, he can iigli^nd iook pale.
Seem doleful, and alter his face ;
Can iremble and alter his tale ;
Ah ! Colin has every pace :
The wilbw my rover prefers,
To the breafr where he once begg'd to ly,
And the ftreams, that he f.vells with his tears,
Are rivals belov'd more than I.
His head my fond bofom. wou'd bear.
And my heart wou'd foon beat him to refl
JLet the Twain that is flighted delj^air ;
But Colin is only in jefl: :
J?o death the deceiver deligns,
Let the maid that is ruin'd deipair j
For Colin but dies in his lines,
And gives himfelf that mcxHlh air.
Can fhepherds, bred far from tiie court,
So wittily talk of their fkme :
Ah ! Colin makes paflion his Iport ;
Beware of fo fatal a game :
My voice of no mulick can boafl.
Nor my perfon of ought tliat is fine 5
But Cclin may find, to his coft,
A face that is fairer than mine.
Ah 1 tlien I will break my lov'd crook,
To thee I'll bequeath all my flieep,
And die in the much favour'd brook.
Where Colin does now lit and weep :
Then mourn the fad fate that you gave,
In fonnets ^o finooth and divine j
Perhaps I may rife from my grave.
To hear fuch ibft muiick as thine.
of the violet, daily and rofe,
The hearts-eafe, the lilly and pink.
Let