Anna Laetitia Barbauld (Анна-Летиция Барбо)

Song 3 (LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me)

Sylvia.⁠ LEAVE me, simple shepherd, leave me;
 Drag no more a hopeless chain:
I cannot like, nor would deceive thee;
 Love the maid that loves again.

Corin.⁠ Tho' more gentle nymphs surround me,
 Kindly pitying what I feel,
Only you have power to wound me;
 Sylvia, only you can heal.

Sylvia.⁠ Corin, cease this idle teazing;
 Love that's forc'd is harsh and sour:
If the lover be displeasing,
 To persist disgusts the more.

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. 

1. The Death of Virtuous
2. The Wake of the King of Spain
3. What Do the Futures Speak of?
4. Peace and Shepherd
5. To Mrs. Marissal

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