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0F CHO-IGE SONGS. ^
And when black heavy clouds much foul weather betideSp,
Drooping birds hop around in the fnow.
When the bleak ftormy winds drive the fnow and tha
fleet,
And no fowl to be feen on the wing,
While I gaze may I doat on her charms, and there meefe
With the bloom and the fweetnefs of fpring.
Heaven grant in that feafon it, may be my lot,
That with her I fo love and admire,
While the icicles hang on the eves of our cot,
To be warm I may thither retire.
Where in neatnefs and quiet, and free from furprife^.
May we live and no hardfliips endure.
Nor feel any turbulent paffions arife.
But that which each other may cure.
SONG X,
AS Damon and Phillis were feeding their flieep^
The fwain on a cock of new hay fell afleep j
The nymph for a frolic ftept. behind a green oak.
To hear what her Damon would fay when he \voke.
Not long Ihe'd been there when the fwain op'd his
eyes,
And miffing his Phillis was ftruck. with furprife ;
He fnatch'd up his crook, and ran wild o'er the plain^
And thus he inquir'd. of each nymph and each fwain :
Have you e'er feen a (hepherdefs paffing this way^,
As blyth as the morn, and as bright as the day ?
In ruflet apparel, yet grand in her irein,
Kefe^nbling in beauiy the fair Cyprefs queen.
Two lambkins milk white unto you I wil.l give^
Let me but fame tidings of Philiis receive ;
And if you will be but fo gen'rous, ye fsvalns,
As return me my Philiis^ take a kifs for your pain%