SONG. (Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain)

Thyrsis, a young and am'rous swain, Saw two, the beauties of the plain, And both their charms prepar'd a chain, And both his heart subdue; Gay Caelia's eyes appear'd so fair, They dazzl'd, while she pull'd the snare; Sabina's easy shape and air With softer magic drew.

He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Where-e'er the friendly rivals rove, Lives in a fond romance of love, And seems for each to dye; 'Till each a little spiteful grown, They make their faults to Thyrsis known, Sabina Caelia's shape run down, And she Sabina's eye.

Their envy made the shepherd find Those eyes which love cou'd only blind, Thus both the chains of both unbind, And set the lover free: No more he haunts the grove or stream, The flow'ry walk of either dame, Or with a true-love knot and name, Engraves a wounded tree, &c.