A Dialogue between PHILANDER and SILVIA, set to an excellent new Scotch Tune. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 143-144. [16],207,[1]p.

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A Dialogue between PHILANDER and SILVIA , set to an excellent new Scotch Tune .
I. Ph. IN a Desart in Greenland , where the Sun ne'er cast an Eye , In contempt of all the World I cou'd live with thee my Joy . Si . On the Sands of scorcht India , where the Sun-burnt Natives fry , Blest with thee , my dear Philander , I do choose to live and dye , Ph. No Nymph with her sly charming art , Ere shall have pow'r to steal my Heart ; Thou art all and all in every part , Each Vein of me shall ever be , Panting with Love of thee . Si . No Swain with his Wealth , Wit or Art , E'er shall have power to storm my Heart , Thou art all and all in every part , Each Vein of me will ever be , Panting with Love of thee .
II . Ph. Let the Monarch's Ambition seek new Empire to obtain , Let the Miser sell his Soul to encrease his slavish gain , Si . Let the politick Gown-man tread the Mazes of the State , Let the Reverend Divine teach Mankind decrees of Fate . Ph. Give me the dear Nymph I adore , Happy or unlucky , Rich or Poor , Of bounteous Heaven I'd ask no more , Nor ever care who's rich or fair , There's all the World in her . Si . Let no Cloud of Ill Fortune rise , To shade me from Philander's Eyes , Farewel ye World deluding's Joys , No Charm would seem worth my esteem I have all I wish in him .