LOVE
AND
FRIENDSHIP
.
A
PASTORAL
.
Two
nymphs
to
whom
the
pow'rs
of
verse
belong
,
Alike
ambitious
to
excel
in
song
,
With
equal
sweetness
sang
alternate
strains
,
And
courteous
echo
told
the
list'ning
plains
;
That
of
her
lover
sung
,
this
of
her
friend
;
Ye
rural
nymphs
and
village
swains
attend
.
Celia
.
O
Love
,
soft
sov'reign
,
ruler
of
the
heart
!
Deep
are
thy
wounds
,
and
pleasing
is
the
smart
;
When
Strephon
smiles
the
wint'ry
fields
look
gay
,
Cold
hearts
are
warm'd
,
and
hard
ones
melt
away
.
Sylvia
.
Through
ev'ry
scene
of
temp'ral
bliss
is
there
A
greater
blessing
than
a
friend
sincere
?
'Tis
Corydon
that
bears
that
tender
name
,
And
Sylvia's
breast
returns
the
gen'rous
flame
.
Celia
.
When
happy
I
survey
my
Strephon's
charms
,
His
beauty
holds
me
faster
than
his
arms
,
My
heart
is
in
a
flood
of
pleasures
toss'd
,
I
faint
,
I
die
,
and
am
in
raptures
lost
.
Sylvia
.
And
what
are
all
these
tumults
of
the
heart
,
But
certain
omens
of
a
future
smart
?
In
friendship
we
more
solid
comforts
find
,
It
cheers
the
heart
,
nor
leaves
a
sting
behind
.
Celia
.
Surely
no
lark
in
spring
was
e'er
so
glad
To
see
the
morn
,
as
I
to
see
my
lad
;
At
his
approach
all
anxious
griefs
remove
,
And
ev'ry
other
joy
gives
place
to
love
.
Sylvia
.
O
happy
I
!
with
such
a
friend
to
live
!
Our
joys
united
double
pleasure
give
;
Our
inmost
thoughts
with
freedom
we
unfold
,
And
grief's
no
longer
grief
,
when
once
'tis
told
.
Celia
.
All
that
is
lovely
in
my
swain
I
find
,
But
am
to
all
his
imperfections
blind
;
What
have
I
said
?
I
surely
do
him
wrong
,
No
imperfections
can
to
him
belong
.
Sylvia
.
The
faithful
friend
sees
with
impartial
eyes
,
Nor
scorns
reproof
,
but
speaks
without
disguise
;
Blind
to
all
faults
,
the
eager
lover
sues
,
Friends
see
aright
,
and
ev'ry
fault
excuse
.
Then
Daphne
from
beneath
a
hawthorn
sprung
,
Where
she
attentive
sat
to
hear
the
song
;
Her
breast
was
conscious
of
the
tender
glow
,
That
faithful
friends
,
in
mutual
friendship
know
;
Her
tender
heart
,
by
love's
impulses
mov'd
,
With
ardour
beat
to
sing
the
swain
she
lov'd
;
With
emulation
fir'd
,
the
conscious
maid
Thus
to
the
fair
contending
virgins
said
.
Daphne
.
Blest
Celia
,
happy
in
a
lover
dear
;
Blest
Sylvia
,
happy
in
a
friend
sincere
;
But
surely
I
am
doubly
blest
to
find
,
At
once
a
friend
sincere
,
and
lover
kind
;
My
Thirsis
is
my
friend
,
my
friend
I
say
And
who
in
love
can
bear
a
greater
sway
Strephon
must
his
superior
power
own
,
Nor
is
he
less
sincere
than
Corydon
.