<!DOCTYPE ETS PUBLIC "-//UMDLPS//DTD EEBOPROOF 2.0//EN">
<ETS>
<TEMPHEAD>
<REVDESCR>
<CHANGE>
<DATE>2008-07-04</DATE>
<RESPSTMT>
<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
<RESP>MURP</RESP>
</RESPSTMT>
<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch B080617.pdcc.</ITEM>
</CHANGE>
</REVDESCR>
</TEMPHEAD>
<EEBO>
<IDG S="marc" R="UM" ID="B04223">
<STC T="W">L3275</STC>
<BIBNO T="umi">99887210</BIBNO>
<VID>183460</VID>
</IDG>
<TEXT LANG="eng">
<BODY>
<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB N="316" REF="1" MS="y"><!-- PDF PAGE 14 -->
<HEAD>The Loves of Damon and Sappho: <HI>OR: The Shepherd Crown'd with good &s;ucce&s;s.</HI></HEAD>
<ARGUMENT>
<L><HI>You Lovers all that would &s;ucce&s;sful be;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Be not too ba&s;hful, but in Love be free:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Time but your pa&s;&s;ion and you'l never fail,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There is a time when you'l be &s;ure prevail.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Maids will deny, its true, but &s;oon will yield,</HI></L>
<L><HI>If once you charge, they &s;oon will lo&s;e the Field:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though they deny, it is but for a fa&s;hion,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For when they do, they have the greate&s;t pa&s;&s;ion.</HI></L>
</ARGUMENT>
<HEAD>A plea&s;ant New Play-hou&s;e Song,</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, <HI>Hail to the Myrtle Shades.</HI></OPENER>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>COme turn thy Ro&s;ie face,</L>
<L>leave blu&s;hing at me my Dear,</L>
<L>Let's kindly now imbrace,</L>
<L>whil&s;t <HI>Cupid</HI> does bani&s;h all fear:</L>
<L>The Neighbouring Swains are gone</L>
<L>to water their Flocks you &s;ee:</L>
<L>And now we are all alone,</L>
<L>in plea&s;ure let us be free.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>I fancy now to be</L>
<L>like <HI>Adam</HI> in <HI>Paradice;</HI></L>
<L>Then let me ta&s;te the Tree</L>
<L>of plea&s;ures, and be not nice:</L>
<L>For Beauty fades away,</L>
<L>Old Age it will wa&s;te it quite:</L>
<L>And time for none will &s;tay,</L>
<L>then let's pur&s;ue Delight.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Under this Spreading Shade,</L>
<L>all near to this Chry&s;tial Spring,</L>
<L>Our vows they &s;hall be pay'd,</L>
<L>while th' Birds do plea&s;antly &s;ing:</L>
<L>A yielding in your Eyes,</L>
<L>my <HI>Sappho</HI> I do behold:</L>
<L>Then let us act our joys,</L>
<L>before that our pas&s;ion's cold.</L>
</LG>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<P><FIGURE>
</FIGURE></P>
<LG>
<L>THe blooming Spices &s;mell,</L>
<L>and Summer is in her Pride,</L>
<L>Come let us &s;port a while,</L>
<L>and <HI>Sappho</HI> &s;hall be my Bride:</L>
<L>With Flowers I'le Crown thy brow,</L>
<L>thou &s;halt be Queen of the Field:</L>
<L>Where all plenty does grow,</L>
<L>Oh then my fair <HI>Sappho</HI> yield.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>See Earth Embroyder'd &s;miles,</L>
<L>and all things do gay appear:</L>
<L>While time our Love beguiles,</L>
<L>come blu&s;h no more my dear:</L>
<L>Let's &s;earch for joys unknown,</L>
<L>and each of us trade in bli&s;s:</L>
<L>Fair Nymph we are alone,</L>
<L>in you &s;hall no more re&s;i&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Alas, my <HI>Damon,</HI> fie,</L>
<L>do not a poor Nymph betray:</L>
<L>A Virgin I will dye,</L>
<L><HI>Diana</HI> I will obey:</L>
<L>Then think, kind Swain, no more</L>
<L>to flatter your &s;elf with Love:</L>
<L>God <HI>Cupid</HI> I'le ne'r adore,</L>
<L>nor rank him with powers above.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>O &s;ay not &s;o my joy,</L>
<L>for Beauty's ne'r made in vain:</L>
<L>Not u&s;e is to de&s;troy</L>
<L>what the powers above ordain:</L>
<L>Hark how the Birds invite,</L>
<L>and Love with their Song do charm</L>
<L>Alluring to delight,</L>
<L>while thus we hold arm in arm.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>No more &s;weet <HI>Damon</HI> &s;pare,</L>
<L>my blu&s;hes that do ari&s;e:</L>
<L>O fie kind Shepheard forbear,</L>
<L>and do not a Maid &s;urprize.</L>
<L>I am too young for Love,</L>
<L>and mu&s;t not as yet be won:</L>
<L>Oh help ye Powers above,</L>
<L>or I &s;hall be quite undone.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In vain fair Nymph you &s;trive,</L>
<L>for pas&s;ion wilt have its way:</L>
<L>And he that did love contrive,</L>
<L>in the&s;e &s;hades you mu&s;t obey.</L>
<L>Alas, I re&s;i&s;tance loo&s;e,</L>
<L>and now can re&s;i&s;t no more:</L>
<L>What coy I did refu&s;e,</L>
<L>Loves plea&s;ures do over-pow'r.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Witne&s;s this plea&s;ant Grove,</L>
<L>I to denyal was bent:</L>
<L>Had not you forced my love,</L>
<L>but now I &s;hall ne'r repent:</L>
<L>No, never my Dear, for we</L>
<L>our mutual joys will encrea&s;e:</L>
<L>So happy we will he,</L>
<L>and live in an endle&s;s peace.</L>
</LG>
<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
</DIV1>
</BODY>
<BACK>
<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>Printed for <HI>F. Coles, T. Vere, I. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray,</HI> and <HI>T. Pa&s;&s;inger.</HI></P>
</DIV1>
</BACK>
</TEXT>
</EEBO>
</ETS>
