tions.

What fond Nymph can e'er be kind,
To a Swain, but rich in Mind,
If as well she does not find
Gold within his Coffers?
Gold alone does Scorn remove,
Gold alone incites to Love,
Gold can most perswasive prove,
And make the fairest offers.

_The_ SHEPHERD'S _Wooing of Fair_ DULCINA.

[Music]

As at Noon _Dulcina_ rested,
In her sweet and shady Bow'r,
Came a Shepherd and requested,
In her Lap to sleep an Hour;
But from her look a Wound he took,
So deep that for a further Boon,
The Swain he prays, whereto she says,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.

But in vain she did conjure him,
For to leave her Presence so;
Having a thousand means to allure him,
And but one to let him go:
Where Lips invite, and Eyes delight,
And Cheeks as fresh as Rose in _June_,
Perswades to stay, what boot to say,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.

Words whose Hoops have now injoyned,
Him to let _Dulcina_ sleep;
Could a Man's Love be confined,
Or a Maid her promise keep?
No, for her Wast he held her fast,
As she was constant to her Tune;
And she speaks, for _Cupid's_ sake
Forgo me, _&c._

He demands what time and leisure,
Can there be more fit than now;
She says Men may say their Pleasure,
Yet I of it do not allow:
The Sun's clear light shineth more bright,
Quoth he, more fairer than the Moon:
For her to praise, she loves, she says,
Forgo me, _&c._

But no Promise, nor Profession,
From his Hands could Purchase scope;
Who would sell the sweet Possession,
Of such Beauty for a hope;
Or for the sight of lingring Night,
Forgo the pleasant Joys of Noon,
Tho' none so fair, her Speeches were,
Forgo me, _&c._

Now at last agreed these Lovers,
She was Fair, and he was Young,
If you'll believe me I will tell you,
True love fixed lasteth long:
He said my dear and only Phear,
Bright Ph[oe]bus Beams out-shin'd the Moon;
_Dulcina_ prays, and to him says,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.

_The Second Part._

Day was spent and Night approached,
_Venus_ fair was Lovers Friend,
She intreated bright _Apollo_,
That his Steeds their Race should end:
He could not say the Goddess nay,
But granted Love's fair Queen her boon;
The Shepherd came to his fair Dame,
Forgo me now, come to me soon.

Sweet (he said) as I did promise,
I am now