PHILLIS, a Song

Let Fops of vain Happiness proud, Delight in Appearance and Noise; Their Pleasures divide with the Croud, The Wise are more nice in their Joys.

My PHILLIS is charming alone, And all that behold her adore, Then if I wou'd keep her my own, No Rival must know of my Store.

Adieu to the rest of Mankind, To Desarts I fain wou'd retire; In PHILLIS alone I shall find, Whatever I want or desire.

For soon as her Beauties appear, New Brightness enlightens the Plain; And only attended by her, I'll envy no Monarch his Train.