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SCENE I.

COLIN.
RECITATIVE.
Sure we enjoy the happiest Lives of all,
Who 'tend the Flocks, and ply the Rural Call!
We dread no Change of fickle Fortune's Pow'r,
But view Contentment ev'ry flying Hour.
AIR.
The various Beauties of Nature we see,
And pass e'ery Season in Friendship and Glee;
The Warblers, to cheer us, exult on each Spray,
While Flowers their Fragrance around us display:
We court our Nymphs kind, when they Wishes inspire,
And center in them, the Delights we admire.
RECITATIVE.
But, ha! what Damsel bends her Steps this Way?
Odso! this shou'd have been my Wedding Day!
And hither Sylvia comes, forsaken Fair!
To seek her Rover, with dejected Air.
Wou'd I were somewhere from her Sight secure!—
But what I can't avoid I must endure.