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IGH state and honors to

others impart,

But give me your heart:
That treasure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.

So gentle a love, so fervent a fire,
My foul does inspire;

That treasure, that treasure alone,
I beg for my own.

Your love let me crave;

Give me in poffeffing

So matchless a blessing;
That empire is all I would have.
Love's my petition,
All my ambition;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,

So real a flame,

I'll die, I'll die,

So give up my game.

RONDELAY.

I.

HLOE found Amyntas lying,

CHLOE

All in tears upon the plain;

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

II.

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Ever scorning and denying

:

To reward your faithful fwain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

III.

Ever scorning, and denying

To reward your faithful swain:

Chloe, laughing at his crying,

:

Told him, that he lov'd in vain : Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

IV.

Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain :

But repenting, and complying,

When he kiss'd, the kiss'd again : Kiss'd him up before his dying;

Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

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O tell Amynta, gentle swain,
I would not die, nor dare complain :

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls oppress'd, and dumb with grief,

The gods ordain this kind relief;
That music should in sounds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

II.

A figh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,

But love on pity cannot live.

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RONDELAY.
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HLOE found Amyntas lying,
All in tears upon the plain;

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

II.

Sighing to himself, and crying,
Wretched I, to love in vain !
Ever scorning and denying

:

To reward your faithful fwain: Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kifs me once, and ease my pain!

Ever scorning, and denying

To reward your faithful swain:

Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain : Kifs me, dear, before my dying; Kifs me once, and ease my pain !

IV.

Chloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain :

But repenting, and complying,

When he kiss'd, she kiss'd again : Kiss'd him up before his dying; Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

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I.

O tell Amynta, gentle swain,
I would not die, nor dare complain :

Thy tuneful voice with numbers join,
Thy words will more prevail than mine.
To fouls oppress'd, and dumb with grief,
The gods ordain this kind relief;
That music should in sounds convey,
What dying lovers dare not say.

II.

A sigh or tear, perhaps, she'll give,

But love on pity cannot live.

J