A Song.

A SONG.

A thousand Gay obliging Youths, I unconcern'd can see, But when Exalis doth appear; He shakes my Constancy.

In spite of all my Proud Resolves, I soften at his Charms, And almost wish my self to be; In his regardless Arms.

Some milder Power, reverse my Fate, He's doom'd to Love elsewhere, I beg my Passion you'd Translate; I would not rob his Fair.

Let him persue his fond Amour, Grant I may pity those, Who sigh for me and make him kind; Unto the Nymph he's chose.