Tixall Poetry/Strephon
XXXV.
Strephon.
As Amorett and Phillis satt One evening on the plaine,And saw the charming Strephon waite, To tell the nimph his paine;The threatening danger to remove, She whispered in her eare,Ah! Phillis, if you would not love, That sheapard doe not heare.
None ever had soe strong an art, His passion to convay,Into a listning virgin's hart, And steale her soule away.Fly, fly betimes, for feare you give Occasion for your fate;In vaine, she said, in vaine you strive, Alas! tis now too late.