II. Not a pine in my grove is there seen, But with tendrils of woodbine is bound: Not a beech's more beautiful green, But a fweet-briar twines it around. One would think she might like to retire Not a fhrub that I heard her admire, Already it calls for my love, From the plains, from the woodlands and groves, What strains of wild melody flow? How the nightingales warble their loves And when her bright form fhall appear, In a concert fo foft and fo clear, As fhe may not be fond to refign. V. I have found out a gift for my fair; I have found where the wood-pigeons breed: But let me that plunder forbear, She will fay 'twas a barbarous deed. For he ne'er could be true, fhe aver'd, And I lov'd her the more, when I heard I have heard her with sweetness unfold How that pity was due to a dove: That it ever attended the bold, And fhe call'd it the fifter of love. But her words fuch a pleasure convey, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever fhe fay, Methinks I fhould love her the more. VII. Can VII. Can a bofom fo gentle remain. Unmov'd, when her Corydon fighs? Soft fcenes of contentment and ease! But where does my Phyllida ftray? And where are her grots and her bow'rs? The groves may perhaps be as fair, W I. HY will you my paffion reprove? Why term it a folly to grieve? Ere I fhew you the charms of my love, She is fairer than you can believe. With her mien she enamours the brave; She is every way pleafing to me, you II. that have been of her train, Come and join in my amorous lays; I could lay down my life for the swain Nay on Him let not Phyllida frown; But I cannot allow her to smile. III. For when Paridel tries in the dance Any favour with Phyllis to find, In ringlets He dreffes his hair, And his crook is be-ftudded around; And his pipe- oh may Phyllis beware Of a magic there is in the found. IV. 'Tis IV. 'Tis His with mock paffion to glow; 66 V. To the grove or the garden he strays, Then, fuiting the wreath to his lays "O Phyllis, he whispers, more fair, "More sweet than the jeffamin's flow'r! "What are pinks, in a morn, to compare? "What is eglantine after a fhow'r? VI. "Then the lily no longer is white; Then the rose is depriv'd of its bloom; "Then the violets die with defpight, *And the wood-bines give up their perfume." Thus |