Song CCLXV. Lucy

Of all the Nymphs that trip the Green, Lucy bore the Sway, Joy in each Shepherd's Look was seen, Her presence made them gay, I too among the admiring rest, Her rising Charms survey'd, Gaz'd but little thought my Breast, By gazing was betray'd.

But since I've heard with sweet Surprize, Her pleasing Voice and Strain, Resolv'd my rebel Heart denies, With me more to remain, Farewell my Heart since then you'll go, Farewell too late you'll find, Fair Lucy's Charms don't stoop so low, As your fond Tale to mind.