A Dialogue betwixt PHILLIS and STREPHON.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 AH! what can mean that ea—ger Joy, transports my Soul when you appear? Ah Stre—phon! you my Thoughts employ, with all that's charming,
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〈♫〉〈♫〉 AH! what can mean that ea—ger Joy, transports my Soul when you appear? Ah Stre—phon! you my Thoughts employ, with all that's charming,
all that's dear: When you your pleasing Sto—ry tell, a Tenderness in—vades each part; and I with Blushes own I feel something too mel—ting at my Heart.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Ten thousand Wishes, Joy—es, Desires, seize on me still, when thee I view; Ah! may but thine be re-al Fires, as mine shall be so—r e—ver true. My Heart, like thine, is soft and kind, 'twould sain, but yet it cannot speak; I sigh, and leave my Words behind, for Love that ca—n be told is weak.
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Each Sigh my Reason does sur-
prize, and I at once both wish and sear, my wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes, as it would part—tle Sto—ries there. Take that Heart that needs will go, but Shepherd see it kindly us'd; for who such Pre—sents would be—slow, if this a—las! should be abus'd?
〈♫〉〈♫〉 If Sighs or Tears thy Pi—ty move, or if thine Eyes thy Love confess; thy Sighs do make me dye for Love, and sure mine Eyes betray no less. Thy charming Heart with joy l'le take, a Gift I love, because 'tis thine; I'le use it gently for thy sake, A—h! Ah! be but thou as
kind to mine.
〈♫〉〈♫〉
〈♫〉〈♫〉 Now all ye list'ning Gods above, bear witness of our mu—tual Love; on your gay Wings the joyful Tydings bear, to ev'ry bright In-ha-bi-tant o'th' Air: Tell 'em, tell'em, in all their blest Ca—bals, they see nothing so happy, so belov'd as we.