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 But man has no heart for to pity,

they laugh at our sorrow and woe,

Pray Virgins begin to be witty,

lest love should be your overthrow.

UARDIAN angels now protect me,

Send me to the swain I love,

Cupid with his bow direct me,

Help me all ye Powers above,

Bear him my sighs ye gentle breezes,

Tell him I love, and I admire;

Tell him for him I live,

Tell him for him I grieve,

Oh! may the shepherd be sincere.

Through the shady groves I'll wander,

Silent as the bird at night;

Near the brink of yonder fountain,

First Leander bless'd my sight

Witness ye groves and falls of water,

Echoes repeat the vows he swore,

Can he forget me?

Will he neglect me?

Shall I never see him more?

Does he love, and yet forsake me?

to admire a nymph more fair;

If it be so, I'll wear the willow,

and esteem the happy pair.