[PHILIDEL]
You say 'tis Love creates the pain
Of which so sadly you complain;
And yet would fain engage my Heart
In that uneasy cruel part;
But how alas, think you that I
Can bear the wounds of which you die?

[GRIMBALD]
'Tis not my passion makes my care
But your indifference gives despair:
The lusty Sun begets no Spring
Till gentle show'rs assistance bring
So love that scorches and destroys
Till kindness aids can cause no joy

[PHILIDEL]
Love has a thousand ways to please
But more to rob us of our ease;
For waking nights and carefull days
From hours of pleasures he repays;
But absence soon, or jealous fears
O'er flows the joys with floods of tears

[GRIMBALD]
But one soft moment makes amends
For all the torment that attends
Let us Love, and to happiness hast
Age and wisdom comes too fast;
Youth for loving was design'd
You be constant, I'll be kind
I'll be constant, I'll be kind
Heav'n can give no greater blessing
Than faithful Love, and Kind possessing