(4) But firſt, ſaid ſhe, let me go, Down to the ſhades below, E'er ye let Strephon know, That I lov'd him ſo; Then en my pale check no bluſhes will ſhow,
- That love was the cauſe of my mourning,
Her eyes were ſearce cloſed when Strephon came by, He thought ſhe'd been ſeeping and ſoftly drew nigh, But finding her breathleſs, O heavens! he did cry, Ah Chloris! the cauſe of my mourning. Reſtore me my Chloris, ye nymphs uſe your art, They ſighing, reply'd, 'Twas yourſelf ſhot the dart, That wounded the tender young ſhepherdeſs heart, And kill'd the poor Chloris with mourning. Ah then ! is Chloris dead, Wounded by me? he ſaid, I'll follow thee, chaſte maid, Down to the ſilent ſhade, Then on her cold ſnow breaſt leaning his head, Expir'd the Strephon with mourning. കശകശകശകശകശാകാ The BETRAYED DAMSEL. Down in this town there lives a ſweet lovely creature, For wit and parentage, few can exceed her; She is juſt in her prime, both briſk and airy, Is at this very time the flower of many. When firſt to her I came, I said fair creature, My heart is ſo inſtam'd with your ſweet feature, That I can take no reſt my deareſt jewel, For love torments my breaſt, ſo pray don't be cruel. O ſy, young man, he ſaid, you ſhould give over, And don't depend on me to be your lover; Fer ſince my heart is free from Cupid's motionſ, I pray don't trouble me with no ſuch notions. If I young man ſhould give way to love you, Your parents would ſay that you are above me; Then your regard to me would be as a rover, And I shall find it hard for to recover.
