Song LXXXIV., p.336.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

WHen, lovely Phillis, thou art kind, 

Nought but raptures fill my mind; 

‘Tis then I think thee so divine, 

T’ excell the mighty power of wine: 

But when thou insult’st, and laughs at my pain, 

I wash thee away with sparkling champain; 

So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother, 

And drive out one God by the power of another. 

– 

When pity in thy looks I see, 

I fraily quit my friends for thee; 

Perswasive love so charms me then, 

My freedom I’d not wish again: 

But when thou art cruel, and heeds not my care, 

Then straight with a bumper I banish despair; 

So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother, 

And drive out one God by the power of another. 

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