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[O tell me Damon canst thou prove]
O tell me Damon canst thou prove,
After thy many vowes of love,
So false to lose me with thy will?
Though I am not so yong and faire,
As when thy Garlands crown'd my haire,
I am Urania still.
After thy many vowes of love,
So false to lose me with thy will?
Though I am not so yong and faire,
As when thy Garlands crown'd my haire,
I am Urania still.
How didst thou wooe with sighs and teares,
To undoe me in my bloome of yeares?
Then worth the love of every Swaine,
Who freely would on me bestow
Whole flocks, as white as Virgin snow,
But I did all disdaine.
To undoe me in my bloome of yeares?
Then worth the love of every Swaine,
Who freely would on me bestow
Whole flocks, as white as Virgin snow,
But I did all disdaine.
Or if thou were resolv'd to wound
Me with thy scorn, could none be found
To be the darling of thine eyes.
But servile Mopsa, whose best fate
Was on my flock, and me to wait,
Ah ill-bred Shephardesse?
Me with thy scorn, could none be found
To be the darling of thine eyes.
But servile Mopsa, whose best fate
Was on my flock, and me to wait,
Ah ill-bred Shephardesse?
O may that Charme upon her face
Betray thy heart to love disgrace,
And to her pride, thou triumph be:
Dye for her love, as I for thine,
No shephards tear bedew thy shrine
A just revenge for me.
Betray thy heart to love disgrace,
And to her pride, thou triumph be:
Dye for her love, as I for thine,
No shephards tear bedew thy shrine
A just revenge for me.
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