ABSTRACT
I Celinda who did Love Disdain, For whom had languisht many a Swain; Leading her Bleating Flock to drink, She spy’d upon the Rivers Brink 5 A Youth, whose Eyes did well declare, How much he lov’d, but lov’d not her. II At first she Laught, but gaz’d the while, And soon she lessen’d to a Smile; Thence to Surprize and Wonder came, 10 Her Breast to heave, her Heart to flame: Then cry’d she out, Now, now I prove, Thou art a God, Almighty Love. III She would have spoke, but shame deny’d, And bid her first consult her Pride; 15 But soon she found that Aid was gone; For Love alas had left her none: Oh how she burns, but ’Tis too late, For in her Eyes she reads her Fate.
