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 Swift I will fly to my treasure,

Heav'ns my Sylvia to restore,

None can her excel,

With her I will dwell,

Sylvia I ever must adore.

Charming Sylvia, cease to languish,

Oft the groves must witness be,

Falls of water have complained,

And their sound echo to me:

No longer shall she mourn and languish,

But in sweet wedlock's bonds be join'd,

the Lark and Philomel,

All may rejoice and tell,

How I am blest with such charms divine.

ONG time I serv'd young Rosalind,

but when her pow'r she knew,

The little tyrant grew unkind,

and then my love withdrew.

Now reason all my bosom sway'd,

pride fortify'd my soul,

I swore when from the ambuscade,

the little wheedler stole.

I view'd her face, I paus'd a while,

I heard and was approv'd,

She bound me to her with a smile,

I kissed her and lov'd.