Parting with Flavia

COME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain ;
Torment not thus your pretty heart':
Think, Flavia, we may meet again,
As well as, that we now must part.

You sigh and weep : the Gods neglect
That precious dew your eyes let fall :

Our joy ahd grief with like respect
They mind ; and that is, not at all.
We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As if they did regard .our state :
They hear ; and the return we find
Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.
Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief resign ;

Who knows but that those powers may
The pair, they now have parted, join ?

But, since they have thus cruel been,
And could such constant lovers sever ;

I dare not trust, lest now they're in,
They should divide us two for ever.

Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what score ;

This our last parting look believe,
Believe we must embrace no more.

Yet, should our sun shine out at last ;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling cast.
To make two wandering lovers meet ;
How great then would our pleasure be.
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd ;

And we, who had no hopes to see
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd !

But say, Heaven should bring no relief ;
Suppose our sun should never rise :

Why then what's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.