A Beautiful Nimph,
Finding Amintors Love grow cold, gives her Sister
this Advice.
An Excellent New Court Song much in Request, To an Excellent New Tune.
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IRis on the bank of Thames ,
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with a sigh, and weeping Eyes,
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Said to a lovly Celimane ,
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Let not Man your heart surprize:
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Men are all compos'd of lies.
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Tho' a thousand Times they sware,
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and as many Vows Repeat,
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All they sware, is Common Air,
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All they promise but deceit,
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None were ever constant yet.
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Wisely then preserve your heart,
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from each Tyranny of Fate,
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Which only then can Act its Part,
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when Love has its return of hate,
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and then Repentance comes to late.
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Amintor finding the Lady in tears,
Turns his Pretensions to a Real Love .
To an Excellent new Tune.
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What I to Cloris did pretend,
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is to a Real passion grown,
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That stubborn heart that would not bend,
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in one short minutes overthrown,
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As sorrow sat upon her brow,
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And tears from her bright eyes did flow,
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Love play'd the Charming Syrens part,
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And in the waters fired my heart.
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How pleasent was the sad surprize,
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whilst I to quench those Flames did seek,
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The Pearls that melted from her Eyes,
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and fondly kist 'em off her Cheek,
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With her white hand she put me by,
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And softly cry'd Amintor fly,
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Lest by your stay you do Receive
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Infection, and with Cloris grieve.
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Too late alas, you do advise;
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the sweet Contageon now is spread,
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My heart your beautys sacrifice,
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and panting at your Feet is lay'd,
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Ah! Cloris make a kind Return,
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'Twas gentle pity made me burn,
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But if the offring you despise,
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Declare it and Amintor dyes.
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