Pastora by some matchless art
First made me feel the lover's pain;
But soon my disappointed heart,
Like Noah's dove, return'd again.

Another resting place is sought,
Entic'd by Phoebe's sprightly mien;
And, like the wand'ring bird, it brought
A certain signal where't had been.

But soon as Emma bless'd my sight
With all the charms in virtue's store;
Like that same dove it took its flight,
And finding rest, return'd no more.