2 Time, I dare thee to discover
Such a youth and such a lover;
Oh, so true, so kind was he! 
Damon was the pride of nature,
Charming in his every feature;
Damon lived alone for me;
Melting kisses,
Murmuring blisses: 
Who so lived and loved as we?

3 Never shall we curse the morning. 
Never bless the night returning,
Sweet embraces to restore: 
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love supplying
All the joys he drain’d before: 

Death come end me,
To befriend me: 
Love and Damon are no more.

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V.

THE LADY’S SONG.[44]

  1 A Choir of bright beauties in spring did appear,
    To choose a May-lady to govern the year;
    All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green;
    The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen: 
    But Phyllis refused it, and sighing did say,
    I’ll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

  2 While Pan and fair Syrinx are fled from our shore,
    The Graces are banish’d, and Love is no more: 
    The soft god of pleasure, that warm’d our desires,
    Has broken his bow, and extinguish’d his fires;
    And vows that himself and his mother will mourn,
    Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

  3 Forbear your addresses, and court us no more;
    For we will perform what the Deity swore: 
    But if you dare think of deserving our charms,
    Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms;
    Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn,
    When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx return.

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FOOTNOTES: 

[Footnote 44:  Intended to apply to the banishment of King James and his wife, Mary of Este.]

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VI.

A SONG.

  1 Fair, sweet, and young, receive a prize
    Reserved for your victorious eyes: 
    From crowds, whom at your feet you see,
    O pity, and distinguish me! 
    As I from thousand beauties more
    Distinguish you, and only you adore.

  2 Your face for conquest was design’d,
    Your every motion charms my mind;
    Angels, when you your silence break,
    Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
    But when at once they hear and view,
    Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you.

  3 No graces can your form improve,
    But all are lost, unless you love;
    While that sweet passion you disdain,
    Your veil and beauty are in vain: 
    In pity then prevent my fate,
    For after dying all reprieve’s too late.

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VII.