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!
When killed with grief Amyntas 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.