He's a fool that basely dallies Where each peasant mates with him. Shall I haunt the thronged vallies, Whilst there's noble hills to climb? Are scar'd with frowns, I know the best can but disdain : And those I'll prove, So will thy' love Be all bestow'd on me in vain. I do scorn to vow a duty Where each lustful lad may woo: Affords that bliss For which I would refuse no pain: But such as you, Fond fools, adieu ! You seek to captive me in vain. Leave me then, thou Syren, 2 leave me ! Seek no more to work my harms: ■" shall your." 2" you Syrens." Crafty wiles cannot deceive me; I am proof against your charms. To lead astray AND though for her sake I'm crost, And consume the sullen night, Though I miss the flowery fields, With those sweets the spring-tide yields, Though I may not see those groves Where the shepherds chant their loves, And the lasses more excel Than the sweet-voic'd Philomel; Though of all those pleasures past But remembrance, poor relief, That more makes than mends my grief; She's my mind's companion still, Whence she should be driven too, VOL. III. By the murmur of a spring, She could more infuse in me, Make this churlish place allow The dull loneness, the black shade That these hanging vaults have made, This black den, which rocks emboss, She hath taught me by her might Therefore, thou best earthly bliss, Whose dull thoughts can not conceive thee, That to nought but earth are born; Let my life no longer be Than I am in love with thee. Though our wise ones call thee madness, If I love not thy maddest fits More than all their greatest wits. Thou dost teach me to contemn What makes knaves and fools of them. Oh, high power! that oft doth carry |