Songs Set To Music: 22. Set By Mr. De Fesch
In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries To ease his tortured breast, Since Amoret the cure denies, And makes his pain a jest. Ah! fair one, why to me so coy, And why to him so true? Who with more coldness slights the joy Than I with love pursue. Die, then, unhappy lover, die; For since she gives thee death, The world has nothing that can buy A minute more of breath. Yet though I could your scorn outlive, 'Twere folly, since to me Not love itself a joy can give, But, Amoret, in thee.
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"In vain, alas! poor Strephon tries..."
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