Volume 5 — A Song.
Reading edition
Set by Mr. Fishburn.
[Listen]
PRetty Floramel, no Tongue can ever tell, The Charms that in thee dwell; Those Soul-melting Pleasures, Shou’d the mighty Jove once view, he’d be in Love, And plunder all above, To rain down his Treasure: Ah! said the Nymph in the Shepherd’s Arms, Had you half so much Love as you say I have Charms; There’s not a Soul, created for Man and Love, More true than Floramel wou’d prove, I’d o’er the World with thee rove. Love that’s truly free, had never Jealousie, But artful Love may be Both doubtful and wooing; Ah! dear Shepherdess, ne’er doubt, for you may guess, My Heart will prove no less, Than ever endless loving: Then cries the Nymph, like the Sun thou shalt be, And I, like kind Earth, will produce all to thee; Of ev’ry Flower in Love’s Garden I’ll Off’rings pay To my Saint. Nay then pray Take not those dear Eyes away.