Unhappy lover, or, Ruined virgin/Young Rosalind

YOUNG ROSALIND.

LONG time I serv'd young Rosalind,
but when her pow'r she knew,
The little tyrant grew unkind,
and then my love withdrew.

Now reason all my bosom sway'd,
pride fortify'd my soul,
I swore when from the ambuscade,
the little wheedler stole.

I view'd her face, I paus'd a while,
I heard and was approv'd,
She bound me to her with a smile,
I kissed her and lov'd.

While Strephon thus you teize me,
for to declare my heart:
It sure can be no treason,
if I the truth impart.

It was not your face so charming,
nor yet your shape and air,
It was your gen'rous nature,
that did my heart ensnare.

When Rosalind's face commands,
how vain the essays of man?
She frowns, we break love's silken bands,
she smiles, we love again.

But yet ye fair be not inclin'd,
like her your power to prove;
Few nymphs can charm like Rosalind,
few swains like me can love.