I.
I cannot change, as others do,
Though you unjustly scorn:
Since that poor Swain that sighs for you,
For you alone was born.
No, Phillis, no, your Heart to move
A surer way I'll try:
And to revenge my slighted Love,
Will still love on, will still love on, and die.
II.
When, kill'd with Grief, Amintas lies;
And you to mind shall call,
The Sighs that now unpitied rise,
The Tears that vainly fall.
That welcome Hour that ends this Smart,
Will then begin your Pain;
For such a faithful tender Heart
Can never break, can never break in vain.