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Colin's Complaint.

I.

Y Time, O ye Mufes, was happily spent, When PHEBE went with me where-ever I went;

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Ten thousand fweet Pleasures I felt in my

Sure never fond Shepherd like COLIN was bleft!
But now she is gone, and has left me behind,
What a marvellous Change on a fudden I find?
When things were as fine as could poffibly be,
I thought 'twas the Spring; but, alas! it was fhe.'

II.

With fuch a Companion, to tend a few Sheep, To rife up and play, or to lye down and Sleep,

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I was so good-humour'd, fo chearful and
My Heart was as light as a Feather all day.
But now I fo cross and fo peevish am grown,
So ftrangely uneafy as never was known;

My Fair one is gone, and my Joys are all drown'd,

And my Heart---I am fure weighs more than a Pound,

III.

The Fountain that wont to run sweetly along,
And dance to foft Murmurs, the Pebbles among,
Thou know'ft, little CUPID, if PHEBE was there,
'Twas Pleasure to look at, 'twas Mufick to hear:
But now she is absent, I walk by its fide,
And, ftill as it murmurs, do nothing but chide;

Muft you be fo chearful, while I go in Pain?

Peace there with your Bubbling, and hear me complain

IV..

When 'my Lambkins around me would oftentime play, And when P HE BE and I were as joyful as they,

How pleasant the Sporting, how happy the Time,

When Spring, Love and Beauty were all in their Prime ≥ ·
But now in their Frolicks, when by me they pafs,

I fling at their Fleeces a handful of Grass;
Be still then, I cry, for it makes me quite mad,

To fee you fo merry, while I am so fad.

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My Dog I was ever well pleased to fee
Come wagging his Tail to my fair one and me;
And PHEBE was pleas'd too, and to my Dog said,
Come hither, poor Fellow; and patted his Head;
But now, when he's fawning, I with a fow'r Look,
Cry, Sirrah; and give him a Blow with Crook:
And I'll give him another; for why should not Tray
Be as dull as his Mafter, when PHEBE's away?

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When walking with PHEBE, what Sights have I feen? How fair was the Flow'r, how fresh was the Green? What a lovely Appearance the Trees and the Shade, The Corn-Fields and Hedges, and ev'ry Thing made? But now fhe has left me, tho' all are ftill there, They none of 'em now fo delightful appear: 'Twas nought but the Magick, I find, of her Eyes, Made fo many beautiful Prospects arise.

VII.

Sweet Mufick went with us both all the Wood thro', The Lark, Linnet, Throftle, and Nightingale too;

Winds over us whisper'd, Flocks by us did bleat,
And chirp went the Grafhopper under our Feet.
But now she is abfent, tho' still they fing on,
The Woods are but lonely, the Melody's gone:
Her Voice in the Confort, as now I have found,
Gave ev'ry thing else its agreeable found.

VIII.

Rofe, what is become of thy delicate Hue?
And where is the Violet's beautiful Blue?

Does ought of its Sweetnefs the Blossome beguile,
That Meadow, thofe Daisy's, why do they not smile?
Ah! Rivals, I fee what it was that you dreft,

And made your felves fine for; a Place in her Breaft:
You put on your Colours to pleasure her Eye,
To be pluck'd by her Hand, on her Bofome to die.

IX.

How flowly Time creeps, till my PHEBE return? While amidst the soft Zephyrs cool Breezes I burn; Methinks, if I knew whereabouts he would tread,

I could breathe on his Wings, and 'twould melt down the Lead.

Fly fwifter ye Minutes, bring hither my Dear,

And reft fo much longer for't when she is here.

Ah,

Ah, COLIN! old TIM E is full of Delay,

Nor will budge one Foot fafter for all thou can't say.

X..

Will no pitying Pow'r, that hears me complain,
Or cure my Difquiet, or soften my Pain?

To be cur'd, thou must, COLIN, thy Paffion remove,
But what Swain is fo filly to live without Love;
No, Deity, bid the dear Nymph to return,
For ne'er was poor Shepherd fo fad, fo forlorn.

Ah! what fhall I do? I fhall die with Despair,

Take heed, all ye Swains, how ye love one fo Fair.

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