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Florus.
See! where yon' Vine in soft Embraces weaves
Her wanton Ringlets with the Myrtle's Leaves,
There tun'd sweet Philomel her sprightly Lay,
Both to the rising and the falling Day;
But since fair Rosalind forsook the Plains,
Sweet Philomel no more renews her Strains;
With Sorrow dumb, the disregards her Lay,
Nor greets the rising nor the falling Day.
See! where yon' Vine in soft Embraces weaves
Her wanton Ringlets with the Myrtle's Leaves,
There tun'd sweet Philomel her sprightly Lay,
Both to the rising and the falling Day;
But since fair Rosalind forsook the Plains,
Sweet Philomel no more renews her Strains;
With Sorrow dumb, the disregards her Lay,
Nor greets the rising nor the falling Day.
Damon.
Say, O! ye Winds, that range the distant Skies,
Now swell'd to Tempests by my rising Sighs;
Say, while my Rosalind deserts these Shores,
How Damon dies for whom his Soul adores.
Say, O! ye Winds, that range the distant Skies,
Now swell'd to Tempests by my rising Sighs;
Say, while my Rosalind deserts these Shores,
How Damon dies for whom his Soul adores.
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