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Swift I will fly to my treasure,
Heav'ns my Sylvia to restore,
None can her excel,
With her I will dwell,
Sylvia I ever must adore.
Charming Sylvia, cease to languish,
Oft the groves must witness be,
Falls of water have complained,
And their sound echo to me:
No longer shall she mourn and languish,
But in sweet wedlock's bonds be join'd,
the Lark and Philomel,
All may rejoice and tell,
How I am blest with such charms divine.
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YOUNG ROSALIND.
LONG time I serv'd young Rosalind,
but when her pow'r she knew,
The little tyrant grew unkind,
and then my love withdrew.
Now reason all my bosom sway'd,
pride fortify'd my soul,
I swore when from the ambuscade,
the little wheedler stole.
I view'd her face, I paus'd a while,
I heard and was approv'd,
She bound me to her with a smile,
I kissed her and lov'd.
