y are but as Dross, and in Time will decay,
So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty,
Tho' never so gay.

Then boast not young _Phillis_ because thou art Fair,
Soft Roses and Lillies more beautiful are,
Than ever thou wast, when they in their Prime,
And yet do they fade in a very short time:
All temporal Glories in time will decay,
So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty,
Tho' never so gay.

Since all things are changing and nothing will last,
Since Years, Months, and Minutes thy Beauty will blast,
Like Flowers that fade in the fall of the Leaf,
Afford me thy Favour and pity my Grief:
E'er thy Youth and Beauty does clearly depart,
For thou art my Jewel, for thou art my Jewel,
The Joy of my Heart.

I value not Riches, for Riches I have,
I value not Honour, no Honour I crave;
But what thou art able to bless me withal,
And if by thy Frowns to Despair I should fall:
Then Farewel those Joys which so long I have sought,
To languish in Sorrow, to languish in Sorrow,
Alass! I am brought.

I come not to flatter, as many have done,
Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I shall run
Distracted, as being disturbed in Mind,
Then now, now, or never be loving and kind:
This Day thou canst cherish my sorrowful State,
To morrow sweet Jewel, to morrow sweet Jewel,
It may be too late.

You know that young Women has rail'd against Men,
And counted them false and base flatterers, when
We find that your Sexs are as cruel to us,
Or else you would never have Tortur'd me thus:
As now you have done by your Darts of Disdain,
You know that I love you, you know that I love you,
Yet all is in vain.

_The Damsels Answer, To the same Tune._

Now dry up thy Tears, and no longer exclaim,
Against thy Fair beautiful _Phillis_ by Name;
Who never as yet was acquainted with Love,
Yet here I declare by the Powers above:
I cannot be Cruel to one that is True,
Wherefore bid thy Sorrows, wherefore bid thy Sorrows
For ever adieu.

With all the Affections that Words can express,
I freely surrender, and can do no less;
When as I consider in e'ery Degree,
How loyal and faithful thou hast been to me,
I cannot be Cruel to one that is True,
And so bid thy Sorrows, and so bid thy Sorrows
For ever adieu.

_The Jolly SAILOR's Resolution._

[Music]

As I am a Sailor, 'tis very well known,
And I've never as yet had