Amintas, or, The constant shepherds complaint. Whilst others take delights to range, and mostly pleasure take in change, Amintas vows he'l constant prove, unto the death to his dear love. Tune of, Young Pheon strove the bliss to taste.
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CHast thoughts within my love-sick breast
most welcome do I find,
Whilst other rangers are possest
with a lascivious mind,
Let others love variety,
my Caelia ile adore,
And might I gain her company
I'd never covet more.
Such charming sweetness in her eyes,
I e'ré was wont to find,
They did attract and still surprize,
and captivate my mind,
But though she's fickle I must love
and cannot but admire,
Though she my passion disaprove,
it more augments my fire.
Cupid has made too deep a wound,
that for to cure the smart,
There's none but she that can be found
to ease my Love-sick heart,
Oh! might I be so fortunate
my Shepherdess to gaine,
But she contemns my mean estate,
and laughs at all my pain.
Her beauty's such none can withstand,
the attractives of her eyes,
The greatest Monarch may command,
and at first view surprize,
Yea gods! her victim Ile be still
and must adore her charms,
Though she should be inclosed still
within anothers Arms.
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Oh cruel fayr! how oft did you
both swear and eke protest,
Your love both reall was and true,
when yet you were in jest,
Whilst I believ'd and did receive
your words with listning strange,
Yet now you scornfully deceive,
and love to rove and range.
How many houres by me been spent
in sobs and sighs in vain,
Each minute full of discontent.
regardless of my pain,
Whilst Syren like your looks in snare,
intending to deceive,
For till they love you speak them fair,
and then you take your leave,
