Classic Poem

Nymph.

Injurious Charmer of my vanquisht Heart,
Canst thou feel Love, and yet no pity know?
Since of my self from thee I cannot part,
Invent some gentle Way to let me go.
For what with Joy thou didst obtain,
And I with more did give;
In time will make thee false and vain,
And me unfit to live.

Shepherd.

Frail Angel, that wou'dst leave a Heart forlorn,
With vain pretence falshood therein might lye;
Seek not to cast wild shadows o're your scorn,
You cannot sooner change than I can dye.
To tedious life I'le never fall,
Thrown from thy dear lov'd Breast;
He merits not to live at all,
Who cares to live unblest.

Chor.

Then let our flaming Hearts be joyn'd,
While in that sacred fire;
Ere thou prove false, or I unkind,
Together btoh expire.