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On Phillis fair, among the rest,
kind Fortune fix’d my eyes,
Her piercing beauties struck my heart,
and she became my choice.
To Cupid now, with hearty pray’r,
I offer’d many a vow;
And danc’d, & sung, & sigh’d, & swore,
as other lovers do:
But when at last I breath’d my flame,
I found her cold as stone;
I left the girl and tun’d my pipe
to John o’ Badenyon.
When love had thus my heart beguil’d,
with foolish hopes and vain,
To friendship next I steer’d my course,
and laugh’d at lovers’ pain:
A friend I got by lucky chance,
’twas something like divine,
An honest friend’s 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;
