As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he…

As Thyrsis reclin'd by her side he lov'd best, With a sigh, her soft hand to his bosom he prest, While his passion he breath'd in the grove; "As the bird to his nest still returns for repose, As back to its fountain the constant stream flows, So true and unchang'd is my love.

"If e'er this heart roves, or revolts from its chains, May Ceres in rage quit the vallies and plains, May Pan his protection deny! In vain would young Phillis and Laura be kind: On the lips of nother no rapture I find; With thee as I've liv'd, so I'll die."

More still had he swore, but the queen of the May, Young Jenny the wanton, by chance tript that way, And sought sweet repose in the shade. With sorrow, young lovers, I tell the fond tale, The lass was alluring, the shepherd was frail, And forgot ev'ry vow he had made.

To comfort the nymph, and her loss to supply, In form of Alexis young Cupid drew nigh, Of shepherds the envy and pride: Ah! blame not the maid, if, o'ercome by his truth, Her hand, and her heart, she bestow'd on the youth, And the next morn beheld her his bride.

Learn rather from Sylvia's example, ye fair, That a pleasing revenge shall take place of despair; Give sorrow and care to the wind: If faithful the swain, to his passion be true; If false, seek redress in a lover that's new, And pay each inconstant in kind.