MENALCAS, Music's for a lighter Ill;
Such Woes as mine would baffle all thy Skill.
Upon his Flute ALEXIS often plays,
And strives to charm my Sorrows with his Lays;
Upon his Flute ALEXIS plays in vain;
His Lays, tho' charming, cannot charm my Pain.
The tuneful Birds rejoice on ev'ry Spray,
My wanton Lambkins in their Pasture play;
In vain the tuneful Birds rejoice, in vain
My wanton Lambkins sport upon the Plain.