Air—in the Shepherd's Artifice

Haughty Caelia, still disdaining, Ne'er shall triumph o'er my heart; Ne'er will I with mean complaining Sue for comfort to my smart; I'll appear the careless rover, Let her coquettish airs affect, Like a gay a happy lover, Treat contempt with cold neglect.

Ne'er, ye fair ones, damp the passion Where with honour love attends, Never cross with indignation Love that fairest truth commends. Constant minds alike disdaining Insincerity and fraud, Are their utmost wish obtaining, While their hope their hearts applaud.