The Loves of
Damon and Sappho:
OR: The Shepherd Crown'd with good success.
You Lovers all that would successful be;
Be not too bashful, but in Love be free:
Time but your passion and you'l never fail,
There is a time when you'l be sure prevail.
Maids will deny, its true, but soon will yield,
If once you charge, they soon will lose the Field:
Though they deny, it is but for a fashion,
For when they do, they have the greatest passion.
A pleasant New Play-house Song, To the Tune of, Hail to the Myrtle Shades.
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COme turn thy Rosie face,
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leave blushing at me my Dear,
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Let's kindly now imbrace,
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whilst Cupid does banish all fear:
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The Neighbouring Swains are gone
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to water their Flocks you see:
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And now we are all alone,
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in pleasure let us be free.
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I fancy now to be
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like Adam in Paradice;
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Then let me taste the Tree
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of pleasures, and be not nice:
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For Beauty fades away,
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Old Age it will waste it quite:
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And time for none will stay,
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then let's pursue Delight.
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Under this Spreading Shade,
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all near to this Chrystial Spring,
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Our vows they shall be pay'd,
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while th' Birds do pleasantly sing:
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A yielding in your Eyes,
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my Sappho I do behold:
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Then let us act our joys,
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before that our passion's cold.
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THe blooming Spices smell,
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and Summer is in her Pride,
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Come let us sport a while,
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and Sappho shall be my Bride:
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With Flowers I'le Crown thy brow,
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thou shalt be Queen of the Field:
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Where all plenty does grow,
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Oh then my fair Sappho yield.
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See Earth Embroyder'd smiles,
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and all things do gay appear:
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While time our Love beguiles,
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come blush no more my dear:
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Let's search for joys unknown,
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and each of us trade in bliss:
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Fair Nymph we are alone,
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in you shall no more resist.
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Alas, my Damon, fie,
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do not a poor Nymph betray:
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A Virgin I will dye,
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Diana I will obey:
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Then think, kind Swain, no more
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to flatter yourself with Love:
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God Cupid I'le ne'r adore,
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nor rank him with powers above.
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O say not so my joy,
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for Beauty's ne'r made in vain:
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Not use is to destroy
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what the powers above ordain:
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Hark how the Birds invite,
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and Love with their Song do charm
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Alluring to delight,
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while thus we hold arm in arm.
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No more sweet Damon spare,
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my blushes that do arise:
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O fie kind Shepheard forbear,
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and do not a Maid surprize.
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I am too young for Love,
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and must not as yet be won:
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Oh help ye Powers above,
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or I shall be quite undone.
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In vain fair Nymph you strive,
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for passion will have its way:
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And he that did love contrive,
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in these shades you must obey.
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Alas, I resistance loose,
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and now can resist no more:
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What coy I did refuse,
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Loves pleasures do over-pow'r.
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Witness this pleasant Grove,
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I to denyal was bent:
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Had not you forced my love,
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but now I shall ne'r repent:
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No, never my Dear, for we
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our mutual joys will encrease:
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So happy we will be,
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and live in an endless peace.
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