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Stanzas, to the Tune of Colin's Complaint.
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Ye Nymphs who frequent those sweet Plains,Where Thame's gentle Current doth glide,
Who whilom have heard my glad Strains,
Nor grateful Attention deny'd.
With Pity, ye Fair, oh reflect
On the cruel Reverse of my Fate!
See Constancy paid with Neglect,
And Fondness rewarded with Hate!
II
How joyous and gay was each Hour,How wing'd with soft Pleasures they fled,
E'er shipwreck'd on Humber's dull Shore,
By Love my poor Heart was betray'd!
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Whose Charms have so long been my Theme:
In Beauty the Maid doth excel,
But is Fickle and Wild as the Stream.
III
If averse to my Courtship at first,She had check'd my fond infant Desire,
Her Coldness had left me less curst,
And, perhaps, had extinguish'd my Fire.
But a thousand false Arts She employ'd,
(Ingenious and wanton in Ill)
The Passion She nurs'd, She destroy'd;
And only Created to Kill.
IV
Yet tho' She delights in my Smart,Tho' She robs me of all I held Dear,
Revenge is below a brave Heart,
I wish Her a Lot less severe.
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By his Kindness deserve to be priz'd:
'Twould double, methinks, my Distress,
At last to see Her too Despis'd.
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