Chapter VIII

Frighted she wakes, and waking sighs,
Nature thus kindly eas'd,
In Dreams rais'd by her murm'ring Pigs,
And her own Th--b between her L--gs,
She's innocently pleas'd.

CONSTANCY.

A SONG.

I.

I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn:
Since that poor Swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
No, _Phillis_, no, your Heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted Love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.

II.

When, kill'd with Grief, _Amintas_ lies;
And you to mind shall call,
The Sighs that now unpitied rise,
The Tears that vainly fall.
That welcome Hour that ends this Smart,
Will then begin your Pain;
For such a faithful tender Heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.

A SONG.