II.

Now in the days of youthful prime A mistress I must find, For _love_, I heard, gave one an air And e'en improved the mind: On Phillis fair above the rest Kind fortune fix'd my eyes, Her piercing beauty struck my heart, And she became my choice; To Cupid now, with hearty prayer, I offer'd many a vow; And danced and sung, and sigh'd and swore, As other lovers do; But, when at last I breathed my flame, I found her cold as stone; I left the girl, and tuned my pipe To John o' Badenyon.