In great
despair and confusion _Amaryllis_ left the Kingdom of France and
travell'd into _Italy_, to to forget this barbarous Treatment of her
unfortunate Lover. At first she propos'd to retire to some Country
Village, and spend the remainder of her Life in Sighs and Groans, and
complaining Sonnets; for this purpose she compos'd the following Lines.
SONG.
I.
_Since gay_ SEMPRONIUS _now is gone,
What Comfort yields my Life?
I shall Unhappy be alone,
My Breast is fill'd with Strife._
II.
_The Sun is set e'er Noon arrived,
Sad Glooms around me spread,
No flowing Joys the Lad surviv'd,
He's now rang'd with the Dead._
III.
SEMPRONIUS _Dear, where are ye stole?
Could I but find thee strait,
I'd cut the Thread of Life my Soul
On thy bless'd Shade would wait._
IV.
_If to th' infernal Regions, Woe,_
SEMPRONIUS _is confin'd;
His Ghost I'll trace, persue below
To ease my tortur'd Mind._
V.
_I still in vain, alas! prepare
In vain I strive to sleep;
My Breast is fill'd with deadly Care
I'll lay me down and weep.
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