TESTO DEL LIED"Beware, poor shepherds"
Beware, poor shepherds! all beware,
Beware of Lelia's arts,
Whose ev'ry word contains a snare,
Her eyes a thousand darts.
She'll hear and entertain your vows,
And give you hopes of bliss;
Nay, swear she loves, confirm the oath,
And seal it with a kiss.
But when the woeful circumstance
Proclaims the conquest sure,
Too late you'll curse the fatal chance,
Too soon th'effect endure.
I that once thought myself her care
Now hopeless must complain;
Learn, therefore, to shun the snare,
By thinking on my pain.