Volume 5 — A Song. Set by Mr. Tho. Farmer.
Reading edition
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WHEN busie Fame o’er all the Plain, Velinda’s Praises rung; And on their Oaten Pipes each Swain Her matchless Beauty sung: The Envious Nymphs were forc’d to yield She had the sweetest Face; No emulous disputes were held, But for the second place. Young Coridon, whose stubborn Heart No Beauty e’er could move; But smil’d at Cupid’s Bow and Dart, And brav’d the God of Love: Would view this Nymph, and pleas’d at first, Such silent Charms to see: With Wonder gaz’d, then sigh’d, and curs’d His Curiosity.
