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The warbling clwirs from ev'ry boagli
Surround our couch in throngs,
And all their tuneful art beftow.
To give us change of fongs : <
Scenes of delight my foul poffell, /
I bleft, then hugg'd my maid ;
I rubb'd the kifles from her breaft,.
Sweet as a noon-day's Ihade.
But joy tranfporting never fails
To Hie away as air -, ^
Another fwain with her prevails
To be as falfe as fair.
What can my fatal pafTion cure ?
I'll never woo again :
All her difdain I muft endure,
Adoring her in vain.
What pity 'tis to hear the boy
Thus fighing with his pain •,.
But time and fcorn may give him joy.
To hear her figh again.
Ah ! fickle Chlog, be advis'd,
Do not thyfelf begaile ;
A faithful lover fhould be priz'd.
Then cure him with a fmiie*
-Tune, Hallow E'en.
WHY hangs that cloud upon thy brow ?
That l^auteous heav'n e'er while ferene ?
Whence do thefe ilorms of tcmpelb flow i
Or what this guft of palHGn mean ?
And muft then mankind lofe that light,
Which in thine eyes was wont to lliine,.
And ly obfcur'd lu endlefs night,
For each poor fiily i] cech of mine I Dear