"When Strephon found his passion vain"
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When Strephon found his passion vain,
Thus to the nymph he did complain,
"Relentless Coelia! dost thou still
Delight in scorn and love to kill?
Ah, cruel beauty! canst thou see
A swain that dies, that dies for thee,
And yet not pity, pity me."
"See how the blood springs from each vein,
The sad effects of your disdain;
Canst thou behold this purple flood
And not shed tears when I shed blood?
Now, now at last, more kind appear,
Grim Death I do not, do not fear,
But oh! your charms I cannot bear."