146 THE POEMS OF ANNE �Since he was this Morning shown, �That Delia must not be his Own. 40 �Dorinda Foolish Swain! such Love to place. �Silvia On any but Dorinda's Face. �Dorinda Hasty Nymph ! I said not so. �Silvia �No but I thy Meaning know. �Ev'ry Shepherd thou wou'd'st have �Not thy Lover, but thy Slave; �To encrease thy captive Train, �Never to be lov'd again. �But, since all are now away, 60 �Prithee, but a Moment stay. �Dorinda �No; the Strangers, from the Vale, Sure will not this Meeting fail; Graceful one, the other Fair. He too, with the pensive Air, Told me, ere he came this way He was wont to look more Gay. �Silvia �See! how Pride thy Heart inclines �To think, for Thee that Shepherd pines; �When those Words, that reach'd thy Ear, �Chloe was design'd to hear; 60 �Chloe, who did near thee stand, �And his more speaking Looks command. ��� �
