[V. O come to Misonborough's grove]
1.
O come to
Misonborough's grove,
Ye Nymphs and Swains away,
Where blooming Innocence and Love,
And Pleasure crown the day.
2.
Here dwells the Muse, here her bright Seat
Erects the lovely Maid,
From Noise and Show, a blest retreat,
She seeks the sylvan shade.
3.
Hence Myra, with that scornful air,
Nor frown within this grove,
Fell hate shall find no resting here,
'Tis sacred all to Love.
4.
And Chloe, on whose wanton breast
Lascivious breezes play,
'Tis Innocence that makes us blest,
And as the Season gay.
5.
Ye noisy Revellers retire,
Bear your loud laughter hence,
'Tis Virtue shall our songs inspire,
And Mirth without offence.
6.
The Queen of Beauty, all divine,
Here spreads her gentle reign,
See, all around, the graces shine,
Like Cynthia's silver train.
