"When first my shepherdess and I"
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When first my shepherdess and I
Enjoy'd with mutual love,
She vow'd a thousand deaths to die,
Before she false would prove,
Then in a cooing tone she cried,
"My Damon, still prove true!"
"My Damon, die," I soon replied,
"Whene'er he loves not you."
But oh! too soon Myrtillo came
By chance into the plain;
Aminta then was not the same,
For all her vows were vain.
Yet with fresh charms she did renew
The vows, my eyes to blind;
I wish'd, but could not think them true,
She being of womankind.