Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.
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A SONG.

I.
AS Am'rous Corydon was laid
I'th' shady Myrtle Grove;
Thus did his Words his Sighs upbraid,
For telling of his Love.
Ah Trayterous Rebels, without sence,
Of what her Scorn can doe;
'Tis I must dye for your offence,
And be thought guilty too.
II.
Nor can I blame ill Fate, for this
My wretched hopeless state;
Nor yet Philena's Cruelties,
Who kills me with her hate.
But your audacious Villanis
Occasions this my fall;
Else I had dy'd a Sacrifice,
But now a Criminal.