CONSTANCY. A SONG.

I. I cannot change, as others do, Though you unjustly scorn: Since that poor Swain that sighs for you, For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no, your Heart to move A surer way I’ll try: And to revenge my slighted Love, Will still love on, will still love on, and die. II. When, kill’d with Grief, Amintas lies; And you to mind shall call, The Sighs that now unpitied rise, The Tears that vainly fall. That welcome Hour that ends this Smart, Will then begin your Pain; For such a faithful tender Heart Can never break, can never break in vain.