���COUNTESS OP WINCHILSEA 377 �To be loaded with Bus' ness �Or lost in a Croud, He ne'er seeks, or desires: �Let but Silvia be won, He is Great, he is Rich, �And his Bus'ness is done. �(2.) Whilst their Nymphs are as happy, �As Happy as Fair; 190 �For who has most Beauty, �Has of Lovers most share. Some will stay, some will fly, �Some be false, some be true: For the Lost we ne'er grieve, �But still cherish the New. [Shouts. �'Tis vain of their Frailties, �Or Falshoods to mind 'em: Mankind we must take, �We must take, as we find 'em. 200 �Thceta. What Shouts are these! [Shouts. �Lamia. They're loud, and speak some Joy; and still repeated. �Enter Herminia and Barina. �Lamia. Fair Stranger, know you whence these Shouts �proceed ? Herm. I do not; but these coming, sure, can tell us. �Enter with great Signs of Joy Clinias with other Shepherds and Shepherdesses, &c. �dim. Swell, swell, Panisus, o'er thy spacious Bounds, Flow like our Joy, and chear the Meads about thee. Pan, take in thankful Sacrifice ; our Flocks, And ev'ry rural Swain proclaim his Praises ! �Lamia. Such Sounds, as these, meet with a gen'ral welcome : ��� �
