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 On Phyllis fair, above the rest
 * Kind Fortune fix'd my eyes;

Her piercing beauty struck my heart,
 * And I became her prize!

To Cupid now, with hearty pray'r,
 * I offer many a vow;

And danc'd, and sung, and sigh'd, and swore,
 * As other lovers do.

But when I came to breathe my flame,
 * I found her cold as stone;

I left the jilt, and turn my pipe,
 * To John of Badenyon.

When love had this my heart betray'd,
 * With foolish hopes and vain,

To Friendship sp's [sic] port I steer'd my course,
 * And laugh'd at lover's pain.

A friend I got, by lucky chance,
 * 'Twas something like divine!

An honest friends a precious gift,
 * and such a gift was mine.

And now, whatever might betide,
 * A happy man was I

In any strait I knew to whom
 * I freely might apply;

A straight soon came, I try'd my friend,
 * He heard, and spurn'd, my moan: