Volume 5 — A SONG. Set by Mr. John Barret.

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IAnthia the lovely, the Joy of her Swain, By Iphis was lov’d, and lov’d Iphis again; She liv’d in the Youth, and the Youth in the Fair, Their Pleasure was equal, and equal their Care; No Time, no Enjoyment their Dotage withdrew; But the longer they liv’d, but the longer they liv’d, Still the fonder they grew. A Passion so happy alarm’d all the Plain, Some envy’d the Nymph, but more envy’d the Swain; Some swore ’twould be pity their Loves to invade, That the Lovers alone for each other was made: But all, all consented, that none ever knew, A Nymph yet so kind, a Nymph yet so kind, Or a Shepherd so true. Love saw ’em with Pleasure, and vow’d to take care Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent Pair; What either did want, he bid either to move, But they wanted nothing, but ever to love: Said, ’twas all that to bless him his God-head cou’d do, That they still might be kind, that they still might be kind, And they still might be true.