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, killed with grief, Amintas 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 fauthful tender heart br Can never break, can never break in vain.