The happy Pair,
A new Song, sung by Mr. ABELL.
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IANTHE the Lovely, the Joy of her Swain,
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By Iphis was lov'd, and lov'd Iphis again:
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She liv'd in the Youth, and the Youth in the Fair:
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Their Pleasures were Equal, and Equal their Care:
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No Time nor Enjoyment their Dottage withdrew:
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But the longer they liv'd,
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But the longer they liv'd,
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Still the Kinder they grew.
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A Passion so Happy, allarm'd all the Plain;
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Some Envy'd the Nymph, but more Envy'd the Swain;
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Some swore 't would be pity their Love's to invade;
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That the Lovers each one, for each other were Made:
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But All all consented, That none e'er yet knew,
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A Nymph half so Fair,
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A Nymph half so Fair,
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Nor a Shepherd so True.
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For in their Beginning of Love we did find
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They strove, in their Love, who should still prove more kind,
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The Swain and the Nymph, by the Dawn of the Day,
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In Innocent Love past the Minutes away,
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In each others Arms. Give the Lovers their due,
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They always were Constant,
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They always were Constant,
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And always were True.
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And several Years their True Love has gone on,
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And they are as good as when first they began:
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No End's of our Loving! (the Nymph she did cry)
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No! No! (says the Shepherd) I'll Love 'till I Die,
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So Constant this Pair was, so Faithfull and True,
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That the longer they liv'd,
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That the longer they liv'd,
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Still the Fonder they grew
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Love saw them, with Pleasure, and vow'd to take Care
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Of the Constant, the Faithful, the Innocent Pair;
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What Either do want, I'll bid Either to move,
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But they wanted nothing, but Ever to Love,
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It was all that to Bless them, God Cupid could do,
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That they still might be Kind,
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That they still might be Kind,
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And they still maght be True.
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