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SAFELY perhaps dull crowds admire;
But I, alas! am all on fire.
But what was all such grief or joy,
Yet think not, Fairest, what I sing,
Amidst all this seraphick fire,
A DIALOGUE sung on the Stage between an elderly Shepherd, and a very young Nymph.
SHEP. RIGHT and blooming as the Spring,
Universal love inspiring!
Ever gazing and admiring.
Nym. Praises in so high a strain,
And by such a shepherd fung,
Yet so harmless and so young.
SHEP. I should have despair'd among
Rivals that appear so gayly:
By their smiling on me daily.
Nym. Idle boys admire us blindly,
Are inconstant, wild, and bold;
Is a proof you are not old.
SHEP. With thy pleasing voice and fashion,
With thy humour and thy youth,
Nym. With thy careful arts to cover
That which fools will count a fault, Truest friend as well as lover,
Oh! deserve so kind a thought.
EACH A PART FIRST, AND THEN BOTH TOGETHER.
Happy we shall lie posering,
Folded in each other's arms,
In the still increasing charms.
So the dearest joys of loving,
Which scarce Heav'n can go beyond,
Well be ev'ry day improving,
On one who died discovering her Kindness.
OME vex their fouls with jealous pain,
While others figh for cold disdain :
of all mankind, I lov'd the best
And therefore they who could not bear
All other fate I could have born,