SYLVIA. Leave me, simple shepherd, leave me;
         Drag no more a hopeless chain:
      I cannot like, nor would deceive thee;
         Love the maid that loves again.

CORIN. Tho' more gentle nymphs surround me,
         Kindly pitying what I feel,
      Only you have power to wound me;
         SYLVIA, only you can heal.

SYLVIA. CORIN, cease this idle teazing;
         Love that's forc'd is harsh and sour:
      If the lover be displeasing,
         To persist disgusts the more.
 


CORIN. 'Tis in vain, in vain to fly me,
         SYLVIA, I will still pursue;
      Twenty thousand times deny me,
         I will kneel and weep anew.

SYLVIA. CUPID ne'er shall make me languish,
         I was born averse to love;
      Lovers' sighs, and tears, and anguish,
         Mirth and pastime to me prove.

CORIN. Still I vow with patient duty
         Thus to meet your proudest scorn;
      You for unrelenting beauty,
         I for constant love was born.

But the fates had not consented,
    Since they both did fickle prove;
Of her scorn the maid repented,
    And the shepherd of his love.