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As he lay in the Plain, his arm under his head
And his Flock feeding by, the fond Celadon said
Love's a sweet passion, why does it torment?
… a bitter (said he) whence are Lovers content
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain
Or g…eve at my Fate, when I know, 'tis in vain
Y…t so pl…asing the pain is, so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me, & tickles my heart
To my self I sigh often without knowing why;
And w…ence ab…t from Phillis, m… thinks … could die;
But oh! what a pleasure still follows my pain;
When kinde Fortune do's help me to see her again.
In her eyes (the bright Stars that foretel what's to come,
By soft stealth now and then I examine my doom.
I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by passionate silence I make my love known.
But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she do's prove,
By some willing mistake to discover her love;
When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
And our Eyes tell each other what neither dare name