ABSTRACT
I Amyntas whilst you Have an Art to subdue, And can conquer a Heart with a Look or a Smile, You Pityless grow, 5 And no Faith will allow; ’Tis the Glory you seek when you rifle the Spoil. II Your soft warring Eyes, When prepar’d for the Prize, Can laugh at the Aids of my feeble Disdain; 10 You can humble the Foe, And soon make her to know Tho’ she arms her with Pride, her Efforts are but vain. III But Shepherd beware, Though a Victor you are; 15 A Tyrant was never secure in his Throne; Whilst proudly you aim New Conquests to gain, Some hard hearted Nymph may return you your own.
