No longer Amintor complain,
But far, banish far, the false fair;
Dispel from thy bosom the pain;
Nor let cruel grief harbour there.

Let Zephyr with sympathy join,
To fan down the troublesome sigh;
Then ease with contentment be thine,
And the coqueting fair one defy.

Turn, Nancy, false Nancy, away!
Nor give her a place in your heart
Unworthy she near it should lay,
Who never partook of it's smart.

Give Zephyr her scorn and her pride,
He'll puff it away in the air:
As for Love, that impet'ous tide,
Return with contempt to the fair.

Then nobly pursue your intent,
From thy breast tear th' envenom'd dart;
And show her that you can resent,
And Zephyr will bear you a part.