A
SONG
.
A
thousand
Gay
obliging
Youths
,
I
unconcern'd
can
see
,
But
when
Exalis
doth
appear
;
He
shakes
my
Constancy
.
In
spite
of
all
my
Proud
Resolves
,
I
soften
at
his
Charms
,
And
almost
wish
my
self
to
be
;
In
his
regardless
Arms
.
Some
milder
Power
,
reverse
my
Fate
,
He's
doom'd
to
Love
elsewhere
,
I
beg
my
Passion
you'd
Translate
;
I
would
not
rob
his
Fair
.
Let
him
persue
his
fond
Amour
,
Grant
I
may
pity
those
,
Who
sigh
for
me
and
make
him
kind
;
Unto
the
Nymph
he's
chose
.