The CHARMS of ANTHONY

Ye Swains, attend; let ev'ry Nymph be near; Be still, ye Rivers, that the Swains may hear: Ye Winds, be calm, and brush with softer Wing; We mean the Charms of Anthony to sing; See all around the list'ning Shepherds throng; O help, ye Sisters of immortal Song.

Thus sung the Maids till Colinet came by, And Rodrigo from weeding of the Rye; Each took his Lass, and sped 'em to the Town, To drink cool Cider at the Hare and Hound: The Damsels simper like the sparkling Beer, And Colin shines till Anthony is near.