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Show m <P 0 E M S. He neglects his own affairs, T o ferve thee with 'greater cares, And many Shepherdefles would Deprive thee of him if they could. Of Alcefte he could teU, And Silvias Eye, thou know'ft it well: But, as his modefty is great, He blufhes if he thenl repeat. When in the Chryftal ftream he looks, If there be any truth in Brooks, He finds, thy fcorn q m never be Excus'd by his deformity. His Pafllon is fo high for thee, As 'twill admit no new degree* W h y wilt not thoU his love requite, Since Kindnefs gives fo much delight ? Aminta heark'ned all this while, Then with a dext'rous, charming fmile, Againft her will* ;fhe let him fee, That fhe would change his deftiny. I promife nothing, then faid fhe, With an obliging air, and free > But I think, if you will try, The Wolves are crueller than I. When my Sheep unhealthy are, I have companion, I have care * Nor pains, nor journeys then I grudge, By which you may m y Nature judge. When any of them goes aftray, All the hamlets near us may Perceive me, all in grief and fear, Run £ndfearch it every where. • T 0 E M S. m And when I happen once to findn | if The ob;e£r of m y troubled mind, As foon as ever it I fpy, • V: O l h o w over-;oyd.am;I! ^J ' * i . T I flatter her, and I carefsy .^ And let her ruffle all m y dreft \ , The vagabond I kindly, treat, And Mint and Thyme I make Jher eat. When my Sparrow does me quit, M y throbbing heart makes after it J And nothing can ..relief afford, For m y fair inconftanr bird. When my Dog hath me difpleas'd, I am prefently appeas'd 5 And a tear is in m y Eye, If I have but made him cry. I never could a hatred keep, But to the Wolf that kills m y fheep: Gentle and kind, andfoftlam, And juft m harmleft as a Lamb. J* , • - - Difpel thy fear, ceafe thy complaint, O Shepherd timorous and faint \ For I'm a Miftrefs very good, If you'll but ferve m e as you fhou'd. Words of a favourable ftrain, (Cry'd out that now trarifported Swain) Which do in thy Leontins fate, ! So glad and fwift a change create. But look about, for now I mark The Fields already growing dark, And with thofe fhadows cover'd all, Which from the Neighbouring Mountains fftll* c c « The |