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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. * * * * * FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 44: Intended to apply to the banishment of King James and his wife, Mary of Este.] * * * * * 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. * * * * * VII. A SONG. High state and honours to others impart, But give me your heart: That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, My soul does inspire; That treasure, that treasure alone, I beg for my own. Your love let me crave; Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing; That empire is all I would have. Love's my petition, All my ambition; If e'er you discover So faithful a lover, So real a flame, I'll die, I'll die, So give up my game. * * * * * VIII. RONDELAY. 1 Chloe found Amyntas lying, All in tears upon the plain; Sigh
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