Amoret and Phillis.
OR,
Two to One is Odds.
Strephon a fair and comely Lad,
who made two Shepheardesses mad,
Above the rest one did pursue
P hillis by Name, what's that to you.
Fair Amoret with love did dye,
'Cause Strephon did her love deny.
To an Excellent new P lay-house Tune, called, Whilst Amoret, etc.
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A S Amoret with P hillis sate,
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one Evening on the Plain,
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And saw the charming S trephon wait,
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to tell the Nymph his pain,
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The threatning dangers to remove,
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she whispered in her ear,
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Ah phillis if you cannot love,
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the Shepheard do not hear,
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the Shepheard do not hear.
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None ever had so strange an art,
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his passion to convey,
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Into a listning Virgins heart,
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and steal her soul away.
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Fly, fly, betimes, before you give,
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occasion to your Fate,
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In vain, quoth she, in vain you strive,
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alas 'tis now too late,
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alas 'tis now too late.
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The Second Part, To the same Tune.
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T He pretty Nymph with silence heard
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the utmost of her fate,
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And found from hopes she was debat'd,
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because 'twas now too late.
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Whilst charming Strephon did pursue,
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his phillis with kind smiles,
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Says Amoret what shall I do,
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his face my soul beguiles,
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his face my soul beguiles.
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But with unwearied art she trys,
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her Strephon for to gain,
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Whilst he as oft her love denys,
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and kills her with disdain.
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For phillis had his heart surpriz'd,
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and in his breast did reign,
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All other Shepheards she despis'd,
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young S trephon was her swain,
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young Strephon was her swain.
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Fond Amoret he bid adieu,
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who sighs and crys alone,
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Strephons unkind, and phillis too,
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to cause my endless moan.
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Thus without hope she did complain,
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till fate some pitty gave,
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And gentle death reliev'd her pain,
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and took her to the grave,
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and took her to the grave.
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Now phillis revels day and night,
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with Strephon in her arms,
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And with each other take delight,
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both equal in their charms:
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Each smile from phillis doth rejoyce
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fond Strephon every hour,
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Whilst he doth bless his happy choice,
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and worships loves great power,
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and worships loves great power.
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The Shepheards now together throng,
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their loves to celebrate,
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Each pritty Nimph with charming song
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do bless their happy Fate;
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Their curious fingers Garlands make,
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to Crown this happy pair,
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Who for God-Cupid's honours sake,
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were fortunate and fair,
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were fortunate and fair.
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Now languishing fair phillis lies,
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under a shady Tree,
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And wantonly with cast up eyes,
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crys Strephon , Strephon , see
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What Pleasures does my Love afford,
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is there no other bliss,
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Whilst Strephon gave her ne'r a word,
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but gently did her kiss,
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but gently did her kiss.
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When such like pleasures ended were,
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then hand in hand they went,
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To see how well their flocks did fare,
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which gave them much content,
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Then with a Pipe he sweetly plaid,
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among the Kids and Goats,
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The pritty birds were not afraid,
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but warbled forth their Notes,
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but warbled forth their notes.
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Thus happily this couple live,
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no Prince such joys can find,
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No discontent can sorrows give,
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no griefs perplex the mind,
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Long may they live and happy still,
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and merrily time spend,
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Till age does both together kill,
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and brings them to their end.
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and brings them to their
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End.
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