II. _Amyntas_ he, brave, generous and young; Whom yet no Vice his Youth has e’er betray’d: And Chaste _Urania_ is the Lovely Maid; His Daughter who has serv’d thy Altars long, As thy High Priest: A _Dowry_ he demands At the young Amorous Shepherds hands: Say, gentle Goddess, what the Youth must give, E’er the Bright Maid he can from thee receive. _Song in the same Play, by the_ Wavering Nymph. _Pan_, grant that I may never prove So great a _Slave_ to fall in love, And to an Unknown _Deity_ Resign my happy Liberty: I love to see the Amorous _Swains_ Unto my Scorn their Hearts resign: With Pride I see the Meads and Plains Throng’d all with _Slaves_, and they all mine: Whilst I the whining Fools despise, That pay their Homage to my Eyes. _The Disappointment._ I. One day the Amorous _Lysander_ By an impatient Passion sway’d, Surpriz’d fair _Cloris_, that lov’d Maid, Who could defend her self no longer. All things did with his Love conspire; The gilded Planet of the Day, In his gay Chariot drawn by Fire, Was now descending to the Sea, And left no Light to guide the World, But what from _Cloris_ Brighter Eyes was hurld. II. In a lone Thicket made for Love, Silent as yielding Maids Consent, She with a Charming Languishment, Permits his Force, yet gently strove; Her Hands his Bosom softly meet, But not to put him back design’d, Rather to draw ‘em on inclin’d: Whilst he lay trembling at her Feet, Resistance ‘tis in vain to show; She wants the pow’r to say--_Ah! What d’ye do?_ III. Her Bright Eyes sweet, and yet severe, Where Love and Shame confus’dly strive, Fresh Vigor to _Lysander_ give; And breathing faintly in his Ear, She cry’d--_Cease, Cease--your vain Desire,_ _Or I’ll call out--What would you do?_ _My Dearer Honour ev’n to You_ _I cannot, must not give--Retire,_ _Or take this Life, whose chiefest part_ _I gave you with the Conquest of my Heart._ IV. But he as much unus’d to Fear, As he was capable of Love, The blessed minutes to improve, Kisses her Mouth, her Neck, her Hair; Each Touch her new Desire Alarms, His burning trembling Hand he prest Upon her swelling Snowy Brest, While she lay panting in his Arms. All her Unguarded Beauties lie The Spoils and Trophies of the Enemy. V.