False Phillis

Exact to appointment I went to the grove,

To meet my fair Phillis, and tell tales of love,

But judge of my anguish, my rage and despair,

When I found on arrival no Phillis was there.

I waited a while, which increased but my rage,

With lovers you know every moment's an age,

I sighed and I cried, and I looked far and near,

But in vain was my looking, no Phillis was there!

To wait any longer I thought was in vain,

So I trudged o'er the fields to my cottage again;

When Oh! to my grief, in a grove that was near,

I beheld the false Phillis with Damon was there.

I glowed with resentment, and proudly passed by,

When sweet as the morning, young Kate caught my eye;

I told her my story, she banished my care;

Bade me go to the grove, she would surely be there.