1 @3He@1. How unhappy a Lover am I While I sigh for my @3Phillis@1 in vain; All my Hopes of Delight Are another man's Right, Who is happy while I am in pain! 2 @3She@1. Since her Honour allows no Relief, But to pity the pains which you bear, 'Tis the best of your Fate, (In a hopeless Estate,) To give o're and betimes to despair. 3 @3He@1. I have try'd the false Med'cine in vain; For I wish what I hope not to win: From without, my desire Has no Food to its Fire, But it burns and consumes me within. 4 @3She@1. Yet at least 'tis a pleasure to know That you are not unhappy alone: For the Nymph you adore Is as wretched and more, And accounts all your suff'rings her own. 5 @3He@1. O ye Gods, let me suffer for both; At the Feet of my @3Phillis@1 I'le lye: I'll resign up my Breath, And take Pleasure in Death, To be pity'd by her when I dye. 6 @3She@1. What her Honour deny'd you in Life In her Death she will give to your Love: Such a Flame as is true After Fate will renew, For the Souls to meet closer above. |