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A Quire of bright beauties
In spring did appear,
To chuse a May-lady
To govern the year;
All the nymphs were in white,
And the shepherds in green,
The garland was given,
And Phillis was queen.
But Phillis refused it,
And sighing did say,
I’ll not wear a garland
While Pan is away.
–
While Pan and fair Syrinx
Are fled from the shore,
The graces are banish’d,
And love is no more:
The soft God of pleasure
That warm’d our desires,
Has broken his bow,
And extinguish’d his fires;
And vows that himself
And his mother will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx
In triumph return.
–
Forbear your addresses,
And court us no more;
For we will perform
What the deity swore:
But if you dare think
Of deserving our charms,
Away with our sheep-hooks,
And take to your arms:
Then lawrels and myrtles
Your brows shall adorn,
When Pan and fair Syrinx
In triumph return.
