The UNKIND NYMPH; Or, The SWAIN's RESOLVE

As wand'ring in a rural shade, My soul quite wrapt in thought; I chanc'd to meet the lovely maid, Who all my heart had caught.

I gaz'd, I view'd her with delight, And told my love-sick tale; But ah! the maid was in a fright, And bid me quit the vale.

But I more tenderly replied, How can I leave the grove, While here such matchless charms reside, That I adore and love?

But all in vain I told my tale, In vain I strove to please; For all my sighs could not prevail, Nor this fair maid appease.

Some other swain there was in view, She said, she lik'd the best, And vow'd to him she would prove true, With him her heart should rest.

Then straight I left the cruel fair, And fled a long the plain; For all her frowns I did not care, Since she did me disdain.

And now some other nymph I'll find, Endow'd with lovely charms; One that will prove to me quite kind, And take me to her arms.

Adieu! Farewel! then fickle maid, Adieu! for evermore; No more I'll strive to seek thy aid, No more thy smiles implore.