For the Theatrical Observations

Come haste thee my Phillis, I pray, And let us repair to the grove; Where nightingales chearful and gay, Attune their sweet accents of love: So soft is the sound of their song, 'Twill surely delight you my fair, Then haste thee dear charmer along, And strait to the grove let's repair. For something I have to impart, That labours quite hard in my breast; So ardent and firm is the smart, It robs me of peace and of rest. 'Tis love that dear passion I swear, By all that is honest and true; And thou art the source of my care, I sigh and I languish for you.

Then come dearest Phillis I pray, And cease all your Doriland's pain, Ah! let him be joyful and gay, Nor longer deplore you in vain; But let honest freedom invite, For virtue's the path I pursue; And may happiness ev'r unite With those that are constant and true.