I cannot change, as others do, br Though you unjustly scorn; br Since that poor swain, that sighs for you br For you alone was born. br No, Phyllis, no, your heart to move br A surer way I'll try: br And to revenge my slighted love, br Will still love on, will still love on, and die. br br When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies; br And you to mind shall call br The sighs that now unpitied rise; br The tears that vainly fall: br That welcome hour that ends this smart, br Will then begin your pain; br For such a faithful, tender heart br Can never break, can never break in vain.