SONGS.
73
Corin.
'Tis in vain, in vain to fly me,
Sylvia, I will ſtill purſue;
Twenty thouſand times deny me,
I will kneel and weep anew.
Sylvia.
Cupid ne'er ſhall make me languiſh,
I was born averſe to love;
Lovers' ſighs, and tears, and anguiſh,
Mirth and paſtime to me prove.
Corin.
Still I vow with patient duty
Thus to meet your proudeſt ſcorn;
You for unrelenting beauty,
I for conſtant love was born.
But the fates had not conſented,
Since they both did fickle prove;
Of her ſcorn the maid repented,
And the ſhepherd—of his love.
