Song. 
By Behn, Aphra. 


Keep, lovely maid, the softness in your eyes,
To flatter Damon with another day;
When at your feet the ravished lover lies,
Then put on all that's tender, all that's gay;
And for the grief your absence makes him prove,
Give him the softest, dearest looks of love.

His trembling heart with sweetest smiles caress,
And in your eyes soft wishes let him find,
That your regret of absence may confess,
In which no sense of pleasure you could find;
And to restore him, let your faithful eyes
Declare that all his rivals you despise.