London 'prentice; or, The wanton mistress/Damon & Florella, A Dialogue

DAMON & FLORELLA, A Dialogue

H E.

CA S T, my love, thine eyes around,
See the ſportive lamkins play,
Nature daily decks the ground,
⁠All in honour of the May.
Like the ſparrow and the dove,
Liſten to the voice of love.

S H E.

Damon, thou haſt found me long,
⁠Liſt’ning to thy fooliſh tale,
And thy ſoft perſuaſive tongue
⁠Often held me in the dale,
Take. Oh! Damon, while I live,
All which virtue ought to give.

Η Ε.

Not the verdure of the grove,
⁠Nor the garden's faireſt flow'r,
Nor the meads where lovers rove,
⁠Tempted by the vernal hour,
Can delight thy Damon's eye
If Florella is not by.

S H E.

Not the water's gentle fall,
⁠By the banks with poplar's crown'd,
Not the feather'd ſongſters all,
⁠Nor the flute's melodious ſound,
Can delight Florella's ear,
If her Damon is not near.

B O T H.

Let us love and let us live
⁠Like the cheerful ſea and gay;
Baniſh care and let us give
⁠Tribute to the fragrant May:
Like the ſparrow and the dove,
Liſten to the voice of love.