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AMYNTAS.
However harsh the cup of life may be,
We still love life; 'tis nature's general law;
We fret, and we complain; sometimes despair,
And with our threats alarm our fearful friends;
But commonly these agitations end
In shrinking back into ourselves, and living on.
We still love life; 'tis nature's general law;
We fret, and we complain; sometimes despair,
And with our threats alarm our fearful friends;
But commonly these agitations end
In shrinking back into ourselves, and living on.
DAPHNE.
O Sylvia, Sylvia, little dost thou know
How love torments a heart of flesh and blood;
For thine is petrified, and cannot feel:
And how can an obdurate, barren soul
Be struck with pictures which it ne'er imagines!
Would we these pictures to that soul explain?
'Tis to the blind man to harangue on colours;
'Tis to the deaf to teach the charms of mufick.
For hadst thou been of sympathetick mould,
Thou wouldst have loved this warm, and constant shepherd
More than thy visual orb; that little mirrour
At which thou takest in the fair creation;
More than the spirit which informs thy body.
O Sylvia, Sylvia, little dost thou know
How love torments a heart of flesh and blood;
For thine is petrified, and cannot feel:
And how can an obdurate, barren soul
Be struck with pictures which it ne'er imagines!
Would we these pictures to that soul explain?
'Tis to the blind man to harangue on colours;
'Tis to the deaf to teach the charms of mufick.
For hadst thou been of sympathetick mould,
Thou wouldst have loved this warm, and constant shepherd
More than thy visual orb; that little mirrour
At which thou takest in the fair creation;
More than the spirit which informs thy body.
Alas!
