Colin and Phoebe.  
A PASTORAL.  Colin. 
BE still, oh, ye Winds! and attentive, ye Swains!  
'tis Phoebe invites, and replies to my Strains.  
The Sun never rose on, search all the World thro',  
A Shepherd so blessed, or a fair one so true.  
A Shepherd, &c.  Phoebe. 
Glide softly, ye Streams! oh, ye Nymphs, round me throng!  
'tis Colin commands, and enlivens my Song.  
Search all the World over, you never can find  
A Maiden so blessed, or a Shepherd so kind.  
A Maiden, &c  CHORUS. 
'tis Love, like the Sun, that gives Light to the Year,  
The sweetest of Blessings that Life can endear.  
Our Pleasures it brightens, drives Sorrow away,  
Gives Joy to the Night, and enlivens the Day.  Colin 
With Phoebe beside me, the Seasons how gay!  
And Winter's bleak Months are as pleasant as May;  
The Summer's gay Verdure still springs as she treads,  
And Linnets and Nightingales sing thro' the Meads.  Phoebe. 
When Colin is absent, 'tis Winter all round;  
How faint is the Sun-shine▪ ●ow barren the Ground,  
Instead of the Linnets and Nightingale's Song,  
I hear the hoarse Raven croak all the Day long.  Chorus, 
&c.  Colin. 
Over Hills, Dales, and valleys, my Phoebe and I  
Together will wander, and Love shall be nigh;  
Her Colin shall guard her safe all the long Day,  
And Phoebe at Night all his Pains shall repay.  Phoebe. 
By Moon-light, when Shadows glide over the Plain,  
His Kisses shall cheer me, his Arm shall sustain;  
The dark-haunted Grove I can trace without Fear,  
And sleep in a Church-yard, if Colin is near.  Chorus, 
&c.  Colin. 
Ye Shepherds that wanton it over the Plain,  
How fleeting your Transports! how lasting your Pain  
Inconstancy shun, and reward the fair she,  
And learn to be happy from Phoebe and me.  Phoebe. 
Ye Nymphs who the Pleasure of Love never tried,  
Attend to my Strains, and take me for your Guide;  
Your Hearts keep from Pride and Inconstancy free,  
And learn to be happy from Colin and me.  Chorus, 
&c.