Song: Farewel, Amynta, We Must Part

FAREWEL, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power.
Which held so fast my captiv'd heart
Until this fatal hour.
Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd,
And us'd me ne'er so ill,
Thy cruelty I had excus'd.
And I had lov'd thee still.
But know, my soul disdains thy sway.
And scorns thy charms and thee.

To which each fluttering coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,
How lov'd before thy fall ;

And now, alas ! how much disdain'd
By me, and scorn'd by all.

Yet thinking of each happy hour.
Which I with thee have spent,
So robs my rage of all its power.
That I almost relent.

But pride will never let me bow.
No more thy charms can move :

Yet thou art worth my pity now,
Because thou hadst my love.