English poem
THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 93
by Anonymous
Lovely nymph, assuage my anguish. At your feet a tender swain Prays you will not let him languish; One kind look wou'd ease his pain.
Did you know the lad that courts You, he not long need sue in vain; Prince of song, of dance, of sports, You scarce will meet his like again.