Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it
Purcell, Henry
Phillis, I can ne'er forgive it,
Nor, I think, shall e'er outlive it,
Thus to treat me so severely,
Who have always lov'd sincerely.
Damon you so fondly cherish,
Whilst poor I, alas! may perish;
I that love, which he did never,
Me you slight, and him you favour.