A SONG. I. FAIR, Sweet, and young, receive a prize As I from thousand beauties more II. 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 loath to mount, and long to stay with you. III. No graces can your form improve, A SONG. HIGH state and honours to others impart, That treasure, that treasure alone, So gentle a love, so fervent a fire, That treasure, that treasure alone, Your love let me crave; Give me in possessing So matchless a blessing; RONDELAY. I. CHLOE found Amyntas lying, II. Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain. III. Ever scorning, and denying To reward your faithful swain.Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he loved in vain. Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain. IV. Chloe, laughing at his crying, 1 A SONG. I. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, II. A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains so fast increase, |