Several Occasions.
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Ah! wretched Maid, so sad a Cure to prove!
Ah! wretched Maid, to fly to Death from Love!
Yet oh! when this poor Frame no more shall live,
Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve!
Ah me! I'm vain! my Death can not appear
Worth the vast Price of but a single Tear.
Forlorn, abandon'd to the Rocks I go!
But they have learn'd new Cruelties of you!
Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
And faint with Grief she scarce my Sighs returns!
Then Sighs adieu! ye nobler Passions rise!
Be wise, fond Maid!—but who in Love is wise?
I rage, I rail, th' Extremes of Anger prove,
Nay, almost hate!—then love thee beyond Love!
Pity, kind Heav'n, and right an injur'd Maid!
Yet, oh! yet, spare the dear Deceiver's Head!
If from the sultry Suns at Noontide Hours
He seeks the Covert of the breezy Bow'rs,
Ah! wretched Maid, to fly to Death from Love!
Yet oh! when this poor Frame no more shall live,
Be happy, Damon! may not Damon grieve!
Ah me! I'm vain! my Death can not appear
Worth the vast Price of but a single Tear.
Forlorn, abandon'd to the Rocks I go!
But they have learn'd new Cruelties of you!
Alone, relenting Echo with me mourns,
And faint with Grief she scarce my Sighs returns!
Then Sighs adieu! ye nobler Passions rise!
Be wise, fond Maid!—but who in Love is wise?
I rage, I rail, th' Extremes of Anger prove,
Nay, almost hate!—then love thee beyond Love!
Pity, kind Heav'n, and right an injur'd Maid!
Yet, oh! yet, spare the dear Deceiver's Head!
If from the sultry Suns at Noontide Hours
He seeks the Covert of the breezy Bow'rs,
Awake,
