SONGS.
THYRSIS AND DELIA.
SONG IN DIALOGUE.
THYRSIS.
Delia! how long muſt I deſpair,
And tax you with diſdain,
Still to my tender love ſevere,
Untouch’d when I complain?
Del. When men of equal merit love us,5
And do with equal ardour ſue,
Thyrſis! you know but one muſt move us.
Can I be your’s and Strephon’s too?
My eyes view both with mighty pleaſure,
Impartial to your high deſert;10
To both alike eſteem I meaſure;
To one alone can give my heart.
Thyr. Myſterious guide of inclination,
Tell me, Tyrant! why am I,
With equal merit, equal paſſion,15
Thus the victim choſen to die?
Why am I
The victim choſen to die?
