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 Where pleasant Tales to me You told Repeating Toys of Love. But now you’ve left in Despair, In Sorrow to remain, Unto the Groves I will repair, And to the Trees comglain. The pretty Birds that round the Grove Their Ecchoes sweet do sing, Methought they all delighted were As in the approaching Spring. My quivering Heart was then betray’d Alas, I they require, In mournful Song to implre the Ray Or else I must expire. So Virgins all that are inclin’d To Love ungrateful Man, Before You take a special Care How they your Hearts trapan. For if a Man doth talk of Love, With Caution him believe, For if he Swears to Love Most true He’ll surely Yov deceive.





air Nymph do not complain, Nor say I am Unkind, My Love I am contented still