Volume 5 — Damon forsaken. Set by Mr. Wroth.
Reading edition
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WHEN that young Damon bless’d my Heart, And in soft Words did move; How did I hug the pleasing Dart, And thank’d the God of Love: Cupid, said I, my best lov’d Lamb, That in my Bosom lives: To thee, for kindling this dear Flame, To thee, kind God, I’ll give. But prying Friends o’er-heard my Vow, And murmur’d in my Ear; Damon hath neither Flocks nor Plough, Girl what thou dost beware: They us’d so long their cursed Art, And damn’d deluding sham; That I agreed with them to part, Nor offer’d up my Lamb. Cupid ask’d for his Offering, ’Cause I refus’d to pay; He took my Damon on his Wing, And carry’d him quite away: Pitch’d him before Olinda’s Charms, Those Wonders of the Plain; Commanding her into her Arms, To take the dearest Swain. The envy’d Nymph, soon, soon obey’d, And bore away the Prize; ’Tis well she did, for had she stay’d, I’d snatch’d him from her Eyes: My Lamb was with gay Garlands dress’d, The Pile prepar’d to burn; Hoping that if the God appeas’d, My Damon might return. But oh! in vain he’s gone, he’s gone, Phillis he can’t be thine; I by Obedience am undone, Was ever Fate like mine: Olinda do, try all thy Charms, Yet I will have a part; For whilst you have him in your Arms, I’ll have him in my Heart.
