Philip Ayres - A Nymph to a Young Shepherd, Insensible of Love lyrics

Why dost thou fly me thus? Oh cruel boy! I am no wolf that would thy life destroy: But a fond Nymph, admirer of thy face, As Echo once of fair Narcissus was. Thou e'en in dangers dost thy fancy please, Striving with toil the hunted game to seize: While wretched me, who languish for thy sake, When in thy net thou dost refuse to take. But I, alas, in vain attempt to find Effects of pity in a hard'ned mind: As soon the hare its hunters may pursue, As I with prayers thy cruel heart subdue. My pow'r, I see, cannot thy steps retain, Thus led by sports, and wing'd by thy disdain.