chapter  35
The Counsel. A Song.
Set by Captain Pack.
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I A Pox upon this needless Scorn: Sylvia for shame the Cheat give o’er: The End to which the Fair are born, Is not to keep their Charms in store: 5 But lavishly dispose in haste Of Joys which none but Youth improve; Joys which decay when Beauty’s past; And who, when Beauty’s past, will love? II When Age those Glories shall deface, 10 Revenging all your cold Disdain; And Sylvia shall neglected pass, By every once-admiring Swain; And we no more shall Homage pay: When you in vain too late shall burn, 15 If Love increase, and Youth decay, Ah Sylvia! who will make Return? III Then haste, my Sylvia, to the Grove, Where all the Sweets of May conspire To teach us ev’ry Art of Love, 20 And raise our Joys of Pleasure higher: Where while embracing we shall lie Loosly in Shades on Beds of Flow’rs, The duller World while we defie, Years will be Minutes, Ages Hours.