On a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pillow, Sad Amynta sighed alone; From the cheerless dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus, she made her moan: Hope is banished, Joys are vanished, Damon, my beloved, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and such a lover; Oh, so true, so kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon lived alone for me: Melting kisses, Murmuring blisses; Who so lived and loved as we! III. Never shall we curse the morning, Never bless the night returning, Sweet embraces to restore: Never shall we both lie dying, Nature failing, love supplying All the joys he drained before. Death, come end me, To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. A SONG. I. Sylvia, the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green; She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast. She saw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. II. Ah! she cried, ah, for a languishing maid, In a country of Christians, to die without aid! Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least, Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest, To instruct a young virgin, that is at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close! By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. III. Cupid, in shape of a swain, did appear, He saw the sad wound, and in pity drew near; Then showed her his arrow, and bid her not fear, For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear. When the balm was infused, she was not at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And sighing and kissing, And sighing and kissing so close. THE LADY'S SONG. _The obvious application of this song is to the banishment of King James, and his beautiful consort Mary of Este._ I. A choir of bright beauties in spring did appear, To chuse a May-lady to govern the year: All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in green, The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen; But Phyllis refused it, and sighing did say, I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away. II.