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On Phyllis fair, above the rest
Kind Fortune fix'd my eyes;
Her piercing beauty struck my heart,
And I became her prize!
To Cupid now, with hearty pray'r,
I offer many a vow;
And danc'd, and sung, and sigh'd, and swore,
As other lovers do.
But when I came to breathe my flame,
I found her cold as stone;
I left the jilt, and turn my pipe,
To John of Badenyon.
When love had this my heart betray'd,
With foolish hopes and vain,
To Friendship s port I steer'd my course,
And laugh'd at lover's pain.
A friend I got, by lucky chance,
'Twas something like divine!
An honest friends a precious gift,
and such a gift was mine.
And now, whatever might betide,
A happy man was I
In any strait I knew to whom
I freely might apply;
A straight soon came, I try'd my friend,
He heard, and spurn'd, my moan:
