Classic Poem

Philander .

Prithee, Dear Celia ,
If I love Delia ,
Where's the Crime? for Delia is fair;
'Tis a Man's Duty,
To adore Beauty,
I'm to each Nymph, in Turn, sincere.

C ELIA .

Farewel, Philander ,
I'll to Lysander .
He will prize, what's slighted by you;
Thou art deceitful
False and ungrateful,
Do therefore now your Scheme pursue.

Philander .

Forgive me, Celia ,
Fairer than Delia ,
Or all Nymphs, my Eyes ever view'd;
While you are flying,
My Hopes are dying,
You've my fond Heart, alone subdu'd.

C ELIA .

Banish'd for ever,
Be each Endeavour,
To deceive my Shepherd again;
Pity relenteth,
Celia repenteth,
That she shou'd give one Moment's Pain.

Philander and C ELIA .

Truly contented,
Our Love cemented,
Now unchang'd, for ever shall last;
Happy and fonder,
Ne'er will we wander,
Or ever think, of Trifles past.