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A collection of poems on various subjects

including the theatre, a didactic essay; in the course of which are pointed out, the rocks and shoals to which deluded adventurers are inevitably exposed. Ornamented with cuts and illustrated with notes, original letters and curious incidental anecdotes [by Samuel Whyte]

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SONG, SUNG BY ORLANDO, IN AS YOU LIKE IT.

Long time I serv'd young Rosalind;
But when her power she knew,
The little tyrant grew unkind,
And I my love withdrew.
Now anger all my bosom sway'd,
Pride fortified my soul;
I swore—but from her ambuscade
The pretty wheedler stole.
I view'd her face; I paus'd awhile;
I heard and stood reprov'd:
She coax'd me to her with a smile;
I kiss'd her, and I lov'd.
When beauteous Rosalind commands,
How vain the boasts of men!
She frown'd—I broke love's silken bands;
She smil'd—I lov'd again.
But, O ye Fair! be not inclin'd
Like her your power to prove:
Few nymphs can charm like Rosalind;
Few swains like me can love.