A CANTATA.
AIR.
Foolish
LOVE! I scorn thy Darts,
And all thy little wanton Arts,
To captivate unmanly Hearts.
Shall a Woman, proud and coy,
Make me languish for a Toy?
Foolish LOVE! I scorn thy Darts,
And all thy little wanton Arts,
To captivate unmanly Hearts.
Recitative.
Thus STREPHON mock'd the Pow'r of Love, and swore
His Freedom he wou'd still maintain,
Nor ever wear th'inglorious Chain,
Or slavishly adore.
But when LAMIRA cross'd the Plain,
The Shepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his Strain.
AIR.
LOVE, I feel thy Pow'r Divine,
And blushing now my Heart resign!
Ye Swains, my Folly don't despise!
But look on fair LAMIRA's Eyes,
Then tell me if you can be wise.
LOVE, I feel thy Pow'r Divine,
And blushing now my Heart resign!