Song, by a Person of Quality
I.
Flutt'ring
spread
thy
purple
Pinions,
Gentle
Cupid,
o'er
my
Heart;
I
a
Slave
in
thy
Dominions;
Nature
must
give
Way
to
Art.
II.
Mild
Arcadians,
ever
blooming,
Nightly
nodding
o'er
your
Flocks,
See
my
weary
Days
consuming,
All
beneath
yon
flow'ry
Rocks.
III.
Thus
the
Cyprian
Goddess
weeping,
Mourn'd
Adonis,
darling
Youth:
Him
the
Boar
in
Silence
creeping,
Gor'd
with
unrelenting
Tooth.
IV.
Cynthia,
tune
harmonious
Numbers;
Fair
Discretion,
string
the
Lyre;
Sooth
my
ever-waking
Slumbers:
Bright
Apollo,
lend
thy
Choir.
V.
Gloomy
Pluto,
King
of
Terrors,
Arm'd
in
adamantine
Chains,
Lead
me
to
the
Crystal
Mirrors,
Wat'ring
soft
Elysian
Plains.
VI.
Mournful
Cypress,
verdant
Willow,
Gilding
my
Aurelia's
Brows,
Morpheus
hov'ring
o'er
my
Pillow,
Hear
me
pay
my
dying
Vows.
VII.
Melancholy
smooth
Maeander,
Swiftly
purling
in
a
Round,
On
thy
Margin
Lovers
wander,
With
thy
flow'ry
Chaplets
crown'd.
VIII.
Thus
when
Philomela
drooping,
Softly
seeks
her
silent
Mate,
See
the
Bird
of
Juno
stooping;
Melody
resigns
to
Fate.
