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SONG XVII.

I

Sitting beyond a River-side,
Parthenia thus to Cloe cry'd,
While from the fair Nymphs eyes apace
Another stream o'r-clouds her beauteous Face,
Happy Nymph is she that can
So little trust to faithless man.

II

Oft the perfideous things would cry,
They love, they bleed, they burn, they die:
But if they're absent half a day,
Nay, if they stay but one poor hour away,
No more they die, no more complain,
But, like unconstant Wretches, live again.