But what's that I view, So radiant of hue, St. Hermo, St. Hermo, that sits upon the sails? Ah! No, no, no. St. Hermo, never, never shone so bright; 10 'Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light; 'Tis Phillis, 'tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone, For all the winds are hush'd, and the storm is overblown. PHILLIS. Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms. AMYNTAS. If all the fates combine, And all the furies join, [the charm. I'll force my way to Phillis, and break through [Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace. PHILLIS. Shall I marry the man I love? And shall I conclude my pains? And the vapours leave my brains. AMYNTAS. Body join'd to body, and heart join'd to heart, 25 Go call the man in black, to mumble o'er his part. AMYNTAS. At worst if he delay, 'Tis a work must be done, We'll borrow but a day, And the better the sooner begun. CHORUS OF BOTH. At worst if he delay, &c. 35 [They run out together hand in hand. SONGS IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR. I. AH fading joy; how quickly art thou past! As if the cares of human life were few, We seek out new: And follow fate, which would too fast pursue. In their sweet notes, their happiness. But on their mother Nature lay their care: As none of all his subjects undergo? To gentle slumbers call. 5 10 15 II. I LOOK'D and saw within the book of fate, When many days did lour, When lo! one happy hour Leap'd up, and smil❜d to save the sinking state; A day shall come when in thy power Thy cruel foes shall be; Then shall thy land be free: And then in peace shall reign; But take, O take that opportunity, Which, once refus'd, will never come again. 5 10 SONG IN THE MAIDEN QUEEN. I FEED a flame within, which so torments me, Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it; 5 Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel, 10 On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me; Where I conceal my love no frown can fright me : To be more happy, I dare not aspire; Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher. 15 SONGS IN THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA. I. WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do, My Phyllis is still in my mind; When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go, And, when I would rail, I can bring out no more, Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind! When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast, And the love I would stifle is shown; But asleep, or awake, I am never at rest, 5 10 When from my eyes Phyllis is gone. Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind; But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find, How I sigh to myself all alone! Should a king be my rival in her I adore, 15 O, let me alone to be happy and poor, Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind, I could to a desert with her be confin'd, Alas! I discover too much of my love, 20 25 And she too well knows her own power! She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour: But let her each minute torment my poor mind, I had rather love Phyllis, both false and unkind, Than ever be freed from her power. II. HE. How unhappy a lover am I, While I sigh for my Phyllis in vain ; All my hopes of delight Are another man's right, Who is happy, while I am in pain! 5 SHE. Since her honour allows no relief, But to pity the pains which you bear, 'Tis the best of your fate, In a hopeless estate, To give o'er, and betimes to despair. HE. I have tried the false med'cine in vain ; For I wish what I hope not to win : From without, my desire Has no food to its fire; But it burns and consumes me within. SHE. Yet, at least, 'tis a pleasure to know |