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SONGS.
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CORIN. Tis in vain, in vain to fly me,
Sylvia, I will still pursue ;
Twenty thousand times deny me,
I will kneel and weep anew.
SYLVIA. Cupid ne'er shall make me languish, I was born averse to love ; Lovers' sighs, and tears, and anguish, Mirth and pastime to me prove.
CORIN. Still I vow with patient duty Thus to meet your proudest scorn ; You for unrelenting beauty, I for constant love was born.
But the Fates had not consented, Since they both did fickle prove ; Of her scorn the maid repented, And the shepherd of his love.
