When first my shepherdess and I

When first my shepherdess and I

Enjoy'd with mutual love,

She vow'd a thousand deaths to die,

Before she false would prove,

Then in a cooing tone she cried,

"My Damon, still prove true!"

"My Damon, die," I soon replied,

"Whene'er he loves not you."

But oh! too soon Myrtillo came

By chance into the plain;

Aminta then was not the same,

For all her vows were vain.

Yet with fresh charms she did renew

The vows, my eyes to blind;

I wish'd, but could not think them true,

She being of womankind.