Song

I.

Cruel Amynta , can you see
A Heart thus torn which you betray'd?
Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me,
But thro' your Eyes the Conquest made.

II.

In Ambush there the Traitor lay,
Where I was led by faithless Smiles:
No Wretches are so lost as they,
Whom much Security beguiles.
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