AMYNTAS.
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Acorns and water were a sweet repast;
The food of animals in better times!
For Ceres gives us now her golden grain,
And wine exhilerates the heart of man.
Did but the happiness once reach thy soul,
Such as a heart loving and loved enjoys,
Thou wouldst repent, thou wouldst with sighs exclaim -
—Alas! I've missed the road to Happiness!
The time is lost that is not passed in love!
How long I've lived a vegetable life,
How long I've wanted sentimental being!
Oh! my past time! how many lonely nights,
How many dull unsocial days I've wasted,
That might have been laid out on mutual love,
Which gains new zest, and rises on enjoyment!
Once more, refine thy breast; put on the woman,
Nor be a rebel to the voice of nature.
Life's flower will fade; regret may come too late.
The food of animals in better times!
For Ceres gives us now her golden grain,
And wine exhilerates the heart of man.
Did but the happiness once reach thy soul,
Such as a heart loving and loved enjoys,
Thou wouldst repent, thou wouldst with sighs exclaim -
—Alas! I've missed the road to Happiness!
The time is lost that is not passed in love!
How long I've lived a vegetable life,
How long I've wanted sentimental being!
Oh! my past time! how many lonely nights,
How many dull unsocial days I've wasted,
That might have been laid out on mutual love,
Which gains new zest, and rises on enjoyment!
Once more, refine thy breast; put on the woman,
Nor be a rebel to the voice of nature.
Life's flower will fade; regret may come too late.
SYLVIA.
When I repent, when I with sighs exclaim,
When I repent, when I with sighs exclaim,
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