Here you will find the Poem Song III. - Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames of poet William Shenstone
Ye gentle Nymphs and generous Dames, That rule o'er every British mind! Be sure ye soothe their amorous flames, Be sure your laws are not unkind: For hard it is to wear their bloom In unremitting sighs away; To mourn the night's oppressive gloom, And faintly bless the rising day. And cruel 'twere a freeborn swain, A British youth, should vainly moan; Who, scornful of a tyrant's chain, Submits to yours, and yours alone. Nor pointed spear, nor links of steel, Could e'er those gallant minds subdue, Who Beauty's wounds with pleasure feel, And boast the fetters wrought by you.
