Volume 5 — A SONG.
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LAurinda, who did love Disdain, For whom had languish’d many a Swain: Leading her bleating Flocks to drink, She ’spy’d upon a River’s brink A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare, How much he lov’d, but lov’d not her. At first she laugh’d, but gaz’d a while, Which soon it lessen’d to a smile; Thence to Surprize and Wonder came, Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame: Then cry’d she out, Ah! now I prove Thou art a God most mighty Jove. She would have spoke, but shame deny’d, And bid her first consult her Pride; But soon she found that aid was gone, For Jove, alass! had left her none: Ah! now she burns! but ’tis too late, For in his Eyes she reads her Fate.
