Song. (number 6)


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Know, Celadon! in vain you use
These little Arts to me:
Though Strephon did my Heart refuse,
I cannot give it thee:
His harsh Refusal hath not brought
Its Value yet so low,
That what was worth that Shepherd's Thoughts,
I should on You bestow.
Nor can I love my Strephon less,
For his ungrateful Pride,
Though Honor does, I must confess,
My guilty Passion chide.
That lovely Youth I still adore,
Though now it be in vain;
But yet of him, I ask no more
Than Pity for my Pain.

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