Song C., p.348.

[Tea-Table Miscellany Contents]

WHen bright Aurelia tript the plain, 

How chearful then were seen, 

The looks of every jolly swain, 

That strove Aurelia’s heart to gain, 

With gambols on the green? 

– 

Their sports were innocent and gay, 

Mixt with a manly air; 

They’d sing and dance, and pipe and play, 

Each strove to please, some different way, 

This dear inchanting fair. 

– 

The ambitious strife she did admire, 

And equally approve, 

‘Till Phaon’s tuneful voice and lyre, 

With softest musick did inspire 

Her soul to generous love. 

– 

Their wonted sports the rest declin’d, 

Their arts prov’d all in vain; 

Aurelia’s constant now they find, 

The more they languish and repin’d, 

The more she loves the swain

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