[...] WHen ab—sent from the Nymph I love, I'd fain resolve to love no more; tho' reason would my Flame remove, my Love-sick Heart will still a—dore. My weak Endeavours are in vain, they vanish soon as they return; I by one look re- lapse a—gain, and in a ra—ging Feaver burn.

[...] HArd Fate! that we have Eyes to see, yet not a—void our Mi—se- ry! I knew, to love her were my Bain, much more to tell her of my Pain: Nay, after this hard Combat try'd, and when with Com—ple—ments de—ny'd, not then t'have pow'r to give it o're, was e—ver Wretch so curs'd be—fore.

[...] WHen Lu—cin—da's bloo-ming Beauty did the wond'ring Town sur- prise, with the first I paid my Du—ty, fix—ing there my wand'ring Eyes: Her kind Spring each hour dis—clo-ses, Charms we no where else can trace; gay—er than the Blush on Ro—ses, are the Glories on her Face.

[...] OF my dear Ce—lia's sight depriv'd, my self I seem to have surviv'd; my Heart to her long since is fled, and all in me but Grief is dead: In-fer-nal Spirits thus remain, and know they live but by their Pain.

[...] TO hollow Rocks, and far-sought Plains, where nought but deepest Silence reigns; or to some gloomy Cypress shade, for wretched Lovers on—ly made; will I my [Page 9] end—less Sor—rows bear, more, more re-gar-ded far than here; there sigh and groan, whil'st Ec—cho's all a—round, in a sad note my Love's great Name shall found. Then in soft words will I, when all a—lone, to some far kinder Nymph my Griefs bemoan; then in soft words will I, when all a—lone, to some far kinder Nymph my Griefs bemoan.

[...] A Curse on all Cares, and po-pu-lar Fears, come let's to the Bell, for their Wine there drinks well; there take off our Glass, nay, it shall not one pass:

For we will be dull, and heavy no more, since Wine does encrease, and there's Claret good store.

[...] BE—lieve me Jenny, for I tell you true, these Sighs, these Sobs, these Tears are all for you; can you mis—trust—ful of my Passion prove, when ev'-ry A—ction thus proclaims my Love? Is't not enough, you cru—el Fair, to slight my Love, neglect my Pain? At least, that ri—gid Sentence spare; nor say, That I first caus'd you to Disdain.

[...] A Pox of dull Mortals of the grave and precise, who past the De- light we en—joy each night, give Counsel, in-struct us; to be counted more wise; when Nature excites, and Beau-ty invites, let us follow, let us fol—low our own Appetites.

[...] THere ne—ver was Swain so un—hap—py as I, I sigh, [...] dore, Ah Phil—lis! I cry, if you will not love, your Damon must dye; but still all in vain, she regards not my Pain, when I hope for a Smile, I meet her Disdain; but still all in vain, she regards not my Pain, when I hope for a Smile, I meet her Disdain.

[...] A—Wake, oh Constantine! a—wake, or in thy Sleep the prospect take; here in this hollow'd streaming Gold, the prospect of thy Life behold: This Emblem of a bleeding Love, shall both thy Cross and Triump prove; for a—las! 'tis decreed by the Heavenly Doom, to purge thy past Crimes there's a Torment to come. Yet after the Storm, be- lieve in me, no more disturb'd thy Thoughts shall be, but all se—rene as breathless Sea.

[...] AND still thy Handmaid Victory, where e're thou go'st shall wain on thee, and all shall end in Harmony.

[...] TWas in a dis—mal Cypress Grove, wherein the God of Day, I vain still for Admittance strove, to dart one gentle Ray; where Strephon full of Anguish; sought to ease his burthen'd Mind, by tel—ling of his trou-bled Thought un-to the careless Wind; by tel—ling of his trou-bled Thought un—to the careless Wind.

A SCOTCH Song, made to a new Playhouse Tune.

[...] JEn—ny, my blithest Maid, prethee li—sten to my true Love now; I am a can—ny Lad, gang a—long with me to yon—der Brow: Aw the Boughs shall shade us round, while the Nightingale and Lin—net teach us, how the Lad the Lass may woo, come and I'le shew my Jenny what to do.

[...] SUch I—cy Kisses, An-cho rites that live se—clu-ded from the World, from the World, to dead Sculs give; and those cold Maids on whom Love ne—ver spent his Flame, nor know what by de—sire is meant: To their ex—pi-ring Fathers such be- queath, snatching their flee—ting Spi—rits in that Breath. The ti—me—rous Priest doth with such fear and nice De-vo-tion, touch the ho—ly Sa—cri—fice.

[...] HArk, I hear the Ec-choing Nation, Monarchy's and Charles's blest Restau- ration; sets Fame's Trump a soun—ding, and all Hearts a rebounding; see all Knees a- doring, and the proud Eagle soaring o're the Head of great Charles, our dread Soveraign crown'd: See Ga-ny-med yonder, for the God of the Thunder fills up a full Bowl there, and from each Loyal Soul there, the Im—pe-ri-al Health in blest Nectar goes round. Bid the shining God of Day his glo—ri—ous Chariot stay, to pay his just Homage to that happy Morn', when th'Illustrious [Page 19] CHARLES of Great-Britain was born: Bid him stop his burning Car, to view his Ri—val Star; great Charles his bright Phospher, the Star at high Noon, that could outlook the Day, and out—face the Sun.

[...] REbellious Fools! that scorn to bow beneath Love's ea—sie sway; whose stubborn Wills no Laws al—low, dis-dai-ning to obey: Mark but this wreath of Hair, and you shall see, none that might wear such Fet—ters would be free; none that might wear such Fet—ters would be free.

[...] FAre—wel all Joys! when he is gon, that fill'd each hour with Pleasure; to Waves and Wind, not half so kind, I must re—sign this Treasure: Whilst I with pensive Look, and Tears, this cru—el Absence mourn; with moving Sighs, and panting Fears, court them for his re—turn.

[...] TOO high, oh Cu—pid! cries the Swain, you've forc'd my mounting Fire, to reach that Sphear I hope in vain, towards which it does aspire: In Har—mo—ny, since ev'—ry one o'th' Gods delight does take, oh why, oh why should Love a—lone such dis—pro- portion make! Oh why, oh why should Love a—lone such dis—pro—por—tion make. Where e're the beauteous Nymph does come, my Feet all joy—ful still; as constant as her Shadow roam, against her Master's will: My Eyes from ga—zing ne're refrain, up—on the charming [Page 23] Fair; Cha-me-lion-like, they feed my Pain with no-thing else but Air; Cha-me-lion-like, they feed my Pain with nothing else but Air.

[...] SHot from Orinda's brighter Eyes, the Lightning pierc'd my kindling Brest; from whence a stubborn Flame does rise, a Flame no more to be supprest: It spreads and rages in my Soul, to such a head the Tyrant's grown; he sau—ci—ly without controul, burns all that does oppose him down.

[...] YE happy Swains, whose Nymphs are kind, teach me the Art of Love; that I the like suc—cess may find, my Shep—her—dess to move: Long have I strove to win her Heart, but yet a—las! in vain; for she still acts one cru—el part, of Ri—gour and Disdain.

[...] THO you may boast you're fairer than the rest, and brag how ma—ny Triumphs you have gain'd, yet shall your Beau—ty ne're my Soul mo—lest, since by your Sex I've been so much disdain'd: He who is of—ten dri—ven to Despair, becomes at last re- gardless of the Fair.

[...] AH Phillis! cast those Thoughts away, of Honour and Discretion; such foolish words of old might sway, but now they're out of fashion: De—fer—ring Time, both ruines quite the Chymist and the Lo—ver; the hap—py Moment which they slight, they ne—ver can re-co-ver. Then let's be happy while we may, no more defend your Treasure; since Life makes so much hast away, let's spend it all in Pleasure.

[...] PLeasures by An—gels un—en—joy'd, on Glo—ri—a—na's Smiles do wait; [Page 27] she's Heav'n's Glo—ry, Nature's Pride, her Sex—es En—vy our Delight: Life and Death on her depend, the Fates her Smiles and Frowns attend; in her all Per—fe—ctions meet, her Beau—ty's not more charming than her Wit; in her all Per-fe-ctions meet, her Beauty's not more charming than her Wit.

[...] BRight was the Morning, and cool the Air, se—rene was all the Sky, when on the Waves I left my Fair, the Cen—ter of my Joy; Heaven and Nature smi—ling were, and nothing sad but I. Each Rosie Field its Odour spread, all fragrant was the Shoar; each Ri—ver God rose from his Bed, and sigh—ing own'd her Pow'r; curling their Waves they deck'd their Heads, as proud of what they bore, as proud of what they bore. Glide on ye Waters, bear these Lines, and tell her how opprest; hear all my Sighs, ye gentle [Page 29] Winds, and waft them to her Breast: Tell her, if e're she prove un—kind, I ne—ver shall have rest; tell her, if e're she prove unkind, I ne—ver shall have rest.

[...] AH Phillis! had you ne—ver lov'd, your Hate I could have born; con- ten-ted-ly I could have prov'd the Object of your Scorn: But you were once as soft as kind, as yielding Virgins be; Gods! that that Face should have a mind, stain'd with In-con-stan-cy.

[...] GO tell A—min [...]or, gentle Swain, I would not dye, nor dare complain; thy tuneful Voice with Numbers joyn, thy Voice will more prevail than mine: For Souls oppress'd, and drown'd with Grief, the Gods ordain'd this kind Relief; That Music should in Sounds convey, what dying Lovers dare not say.

[...] MY Heart, when e—ver you appear, does something so de- light—ful find; that had I no al—lays of Fear, my Joys cou'd not be more sublime: Had you less Beau—ty in your Eyes, my Love and I might live in Peace; in them such pow'r of char—ming lies, our Ri—vals ev'ry day encrease.

[...] MY Life, and my Death, are both in your pow'r, I ne—ver was wretched 'till this cru—el hour; sometimes, it is true, you tell me you love, but a-las! that's too kind for me e—ver to prove: Could you guess with what Pain my poor Heart is op- prest, I am sure my A—lex—is would soon make me blest.

[...] IF ab—sent I from Phil—lis am, and judge my Me—rit by my Love; strait I resolve to own my Flame, and hope I may suc—cess—ful prove: But when her Beauty I behold, and each sur—pri—sing Charm admire; I think a Monarch were too bold, if he did to her Love a—spire.

[...] AS May in all her youth—ful Dress, my Love so gay did once appear; a Spring of Charms dwelt on her Face, and Ro—ses did in—ha—bit there: Thus while th' En-joy-ment was but young, each night new Pleasures did cre—ate; har- monious words dropp'd from her Tongue, and Cu—pid on her Forehead sate.

[...] FAn—ce—lia's Heart is still the same, hard and cold as Winter's morning, tho' my Love is e—ver burning. Yet no Frowns or Smiles can e—ver melt her Ice, or cool my Feaver, melt her Ice, or cool my Feaver.

[...] LOng by Disdain has Ce-lia strove, to con—quer Stre—phon's Long by Disdain has Ce—lia strove, to conquer Stre—phon's hopeless Love; but still in vain, in vain she strives, amidst a thousand Pains it lives: To hopeless Love; but still in vain, in vain, &c. sierce un-qui—et Cares a prey, his Love grows as his Hopes decay; but still with Pray'rs, and Tears, and Vows, his fair Tor-men-tor he pursues. But ah! how can she give Despair, since she so chaming is, and fair? Still her sharp Answers But ah! &c. shall be born, her Eyes more force have than her Scorn.

[...] WHen Ce—lia wept, the Heav'ns wept too, and call'd it sym—pa- thies; but 'twas because they could not weep such Pearls as her bright Eyes: Straitway she dry'd her dew—ey Cheeks, they smil'd to look like her; but ah! their Con—test was as weak, as Darkness to a Star.

[...] FLY from O—lin—da, young and fair, fly from her soft en—ga—ging Air, and Wit in Woman found so rare. Tho' all her Looks to Love advise, his yet un- conquer'd Heart de—nies, and breaks the pro—mise of her Eyes.

[...] WHen absent from my fair Co-rin—na I, to ease my Grief, fall into Po—e—try; courting Enjoyment from a gen—tle Muse, 'till by Di- [Page 39] straction I my Fancy lose: So wret—ched Men that sun—dry Med'cines try, as oft en—crease as cu—re their Ma—la—dy. Cru—el Pow'rs! that wound with such delight, affording Love to make us perish by't! Else, why this distance should they place between conq'ring Co-rin-na, and her vanquish'd Swain? The frown of Fortune oft our Bo—dies parts, 'tis Death alone di—vides u—ni—ted Hearts.

[...] SAY my Heart, what shall I do, Love or hate her, which o'th' two? say my Heart, what shall I do? Thus through doubtful untrac'd ways, tread we Love's am- bignous Maze: Let us move then, let us move, where—so—e—ver led by Love. 'Tis true indeed, she's coy and proud, proud as all the beauteous Croud; 'tis true indeed, but 'Tis true indeed, she's coy and pro—ud, &c. 'tis as true, she's gay, young, lovely, wit—ty too; mo—ve thi—ther then, my Heart, let's move, I am resolv'd, resolv'd to love.

[...] HOW sweet is the Pas—sion of Love! how gay is the Joy of the Soul! how pleasing those Fa—vours do prove, whose kindness does Fortune controul! Her Eyes that with In—flu—ence shone, obtain'd such a So—ve-reign Pow'r; th'exhal'd out my Soul like the Sun, when it draws up the Dew from a Flow'r.

[...] THE Pleasures that I now possess, for Em—pire I would not for- sake; A—min—ta's Eyes my Joys encrease, from ev'—ry Look new Life they take: Her Beauty like an A—pril Sun, makes Love spring up in ev'—ry part; the Conquest that her Charms be- [Page 43] gun, her Wit has roo—ted in my Heart.

[...] LOve, Love's the dear talk that usurps all our hours, which fast tho' they fly by Al—migh—ty Pow'rs, I feel 'tis not Time, but Co—rin—na, devours. With fu—ry she hurries my Blood through each Vein, with gushing sad Tears I un—pi—ti—ed complain, no Heaven's like her Eyes, and no Hell like my Pain.

[...] YE Vir—gin Pow'rs, defend my Heart from am'rous Looks and Smiles; from saw—cy Love, or ni—cer Art, which most our Sex beguiles: From Sighs and Vows, from aw—ful Fears, that do to pi—ty move; from speaking Silence, and from Tears, those Springs that wa—ter Love.

[...] LOve is now become a Trade, all its Joys are bought and sold; Money is a Fea—ture made, and Beau—ty is con—fin'd to Gold: Courtship is but terms of Art; Portion, Set—tle—ment, and Dow'r, soften the most ob-du-rate Heart, the Lawyer is the on—ly wooer. My Stock can never reach a Wife, it may a small Re- tai—ling Whore; let Men of Fortune buy for Life, a Night's a purchase for the Poor.

[...] BReak Cupid, break thy seeble Bow, and burn thy use—less Darts; what Pow-er does thy Godhead show, in woun—ding sin—gle Hearts: Each Mortal Hand can do the like, their Shafts as sure—ly fly; but distant Marks at once to strike, that's pure Di—vi—ni—ty. Then mighty Love, to shew thy Art and Pow'r is all Di-vine; strike through my Breast, Bel—lin-da's Heart, and through Bel—lin-da's Mine.

[...] HOw blest is the Passion, when guarded with Discretion! that in the pos- [Page 49] session no Fears can an-noy us? Like the Gods, we our Pleasure enjoy at our leisure, and love without measure, for who can destroy us? Like the Gods, we our Pleasure enjoy at our leisure, and love without measure, for who can destroy's? When secure in thy Arms, and Treasure of Charms, like an ab—so—lute Monarch I'le be; no Power shall e—ver so just a Pas—sion fe—ver, but I will be happy to E—ter—ni—ty.

[...] IF Love did make its chief Abode on fading Cheeks and Eyes, I'de spit up—on the tri—fling God, and all his Arts, and all, and all his Arts despise: No gawdy [...] should shake my rest, none of the sil—ly Fair should have Do-mi-nion in my Breast, nor find, nor find a—n entrance there.

The Old Man's Wish.

[...] IF I live to be old, for I find I go down, let this be my Fate in a Coun—try Town; may I have a warm House with a Stone at the Gate, and a [Page 51] cleanly young Girl to rub my bald Pate.

May I govern my Passion with an ab—so—lute sway, and grow wiser and bet—ter as my Strength wears away; without Gout or Stone, without Gout or Stone, by a gentle Decay, by a gen—tle De- cay.

An Address to a kind Lady.

[...] MAdam, why does Love torment you, cannot I your Grief remove? Or is there a—ny can content you, in the sweet Delights of Love? Oh! no, no, no, no; oh! no, no, no, no. If I should chance to crave the favour, which your Lips in—vite me to; would you not think't a light be—ha—viour, for to take a kiss or two? Oh! no, no, no, no; oh! no, no, no, no. Fair one, made of Beauty's wonder, if I presume your Breast to touch; or if I attempt a lit—tle under, would you not think it too much? Oh, no, no, no, [Page 53] no; oh! no, no, no, no. Once more on-ly let me try you, then my Joys are fully sped; if all this night I should lye by you, would you keep your Maider-head? Oh! no, no, no, no; oh! no, no, no, no. Could a—ny other please you better, prethee tell mee're I go? Or e—ver was a Night spent sweeter? Or e-ver were you tickl'd so? Oh! no, no, no, no; oh! no, no, no, no.

A Pastoral Song upon a Ground.

[...] COme, come a—way, let's to the May-Pole go, and see what Lads and Las—ses there may dan—cing be; Tom pro—mis'd to meet me there with pretty Molly, Ralph with Bess, John with Joan, to be ve—ry jol—ly; and ma—ny more such pretty harmless Swains, that take delight, take delight to trace the Plains: Then a- way, then a—way let's go to the place nam'd, for Shame still attends Sloth, and ought to be blam'd; make hast to see how they trip it to the Tabor, and how they labour, the little [Page 55] Birds in Consort chanting, there's nothing now but thou and I are wan—ting to crown the Day; make hast away, Phebus leads the Dance, and calls, Come follow me, for I ad- vance; and calls, Follow me, I advance.

You're welcom, fair Couple, to this Rural Band, let's have a Song, but first joyn hand in hand: Blest be the day that affords us such weather, let us re—joyce now we are come to—ge—ther. Let the fame of our Mirth as- cend to the Court, Phebus, tell the La—dies how we sport: How in—no—cent and harm- [Page 56] less are our Pleasures, without sus—pi—cion of our Vir—gin Treasures. Stay, go not a- way, their Deeds are such, they care not much to partake of a—ny Light, but what themselves do make; our Wastcoat green, our Ruddy Face, shelter'd beneath a Straw Bongrace, is as good as the Hood they wear, we're as ho—nest, we're as fair: They have their Coaches, while we do foot it here without Reproaches. Fresh Air's our Blessing, ne mock Caressing, our Swains are wholsom, but theirs are fulsom. And why if we say I, when courted, they'l believe us, we have no [Page 57] cause to fear that they'l deceive us; when they've protested, they ne-ver leave us, to Languish as gay La—dies do, when they have done all they can, there's no return but Woe.

[...] WHat cru—el pains Co—rin—na takes, to force that harmless Frown; when not a Charm her Face forsakes, Love cannot lose his own: So sweet a Face, so soft a Heart, such Eyes so ve—ry kind; betray, a—las! the sil—ly Art Vertue had ill design'd.

[...] ALL my past Life is mine no more, the fly—ing Hours are gone; like tran—si—to—ry Dreams giv'n o're, whose I—ma—ges are kept in store, by Me—mo—ry a—lone.

[...] WHO can re—sist my Ce—lia's Charms? her Beau—ty wounds, and Wit disarms; when these their migh—ty For—ces joyn, what Heart's so [Page 59] strong but must re—sign? Love seems to pro—mise in her Eyes, a kind and la—sting Age of Joys; but have a care, their Trea—son shun, I look'd, be- liev'd, and was un—done,—done. In vain a thousand ways I strive, to keep my fain—ting Hopes a—live; my Love can ne—ver find re—ward, since Pride and Ho—nour is her Guard; my Love can ne—ver find re—ward, since Pride and Ho—nour is her Guard.

[...] AH poor O—lin—da! ne—ver boast of Charms that have thy Free—dom cost, they threw at Hearts, and thine is lost. Yet none thy Ru—ine ought to blame, his Wit first blew me to a flame, and fans it with the Wings of Fame, and fans it with the Wings of Fame.

[...] IN vain we dis—sem—ble, in vain do we try to sti—fle our Flame, and check our Desire; in vain do our words our Wishes de—ny, there is no con- cealing of Fire: Tho ' we're haughty and scornful, the quick-sighted Lo—ver the Ar—ti—sice soon may dis—co—ver; when frowning, the Courtship we seem to despise, strait with a Smile our Threats we beguile, in—vite with our Looks, and speak Love with our Eyes.

[...] HAp—py as Man in his first In—no—cence, for A—ges past as happy I have been; and thought of nothing but my Flock's defence, 'till bright Myr- til—la, bright Myr-til—la, came up—on the Green: It was one Evening when the Sun was set, and all the Nymphs and Shepherds met to play; a—las! I do not know what ayles me yet, but my poo—r harmless Sheep are gone a—stray. All night I kept Myr—til- la still in view, and a—sk'd my fellow Shepherds, a—sk'd my fel—low [Page 63] Shepherds the next day, if a—ny Ty—dings of my Sheep they knew; but they, they an—swer'd me, they answer'd me, Myr—til—la,

they, they an—swer'd me, they answer'd me, Myr—til—la. Loud. Myr—til—la is the on—ly sound I hear,

Myr-til—la is the only thing I see;

Myrtilla is the cause of my Despair,

Myrtilla!

O—h Myr- til—la! pi—ty me,

pi—ty

me,

Oh!

Oh! O—h

Myr-til—la! pi—ty me.

A Dialogue between DAMON and PHILLIS.

[...] ONce my Shepherdess was true, e're she my new Ri—val knew; oh my Chlo—e! then we were all we wish'd, a happy Pair; all we wish'd, a happy Pair: Peace of Mind so refin'd, sure on Earth was ne—ver known; ne're ad—mi—ring, nor de- si—ring a—ny Hea—ven but our own.

[...] When I on—ly had your Heart, I lov'd tru—ly with—out Art; then my Charms you how—er—ly swore, taught false Stre—phon to A—dore: I believ'd you, ne're deceiv'd you, ah! had you but been so [Page 65] true; how you bless'd me when you kiss'd me, kiss'd me, then be—tray'd me too; how you bless'd me when you kiss'd me, kiss'd me, then be—tray'd me too, then be— then betray'd me too.

[...] But if Strephon's wand'ring Heart, he at length call home a—gain;

he at length call home a—gain; from new Charms could you depart, to your own, to your own re—pen—ting Swain? from new Charms could you de—part, to your own, to your own re—pen—ting Swam?

[...] Were he brighter than the Day, or [Page 66] fairer than the Milky way; in—to thy Arms, in—to thy Arms would I run, and quit him, quit him all for thee; into thy Arms, in-to thy Arms would I run and quit him, quit him, all for thee, for thee, for thee, and quit him, quit him all for thee, for thee, for thee.

[...] THen let us hast, then let us hast, Love's Sweets to tast; whilst all the Pow'rs a—bove do wish, do wish to know, to know, envying our Love, th' Almighty Joys true [Page 67] Lo—vers take, true Lovers take below; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers take be- low; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers take be—low; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, true lo—vers take below; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, true Lo— —vers take below.

[Page 66] [...] THen let us hast, then let us hast, Love's Sweets to tast; whilst all the Pow'rs a—bove, do wish, do wish to know, envying our Love, th' Almighty [Page 67] Joys true Lovers, true Lo—vers take below; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, true Lovers, th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, true Lovers take be—low; th' Almighty Joys true Lovers, true Lovers take below.

SEPTIMNUS and ACME: A Dialogue Set by Dr. John Blow.

A Dialogue betwixt PHILLIS and STREPHON.

[...] AH! what can mean that ea—ger Joy, transports my Soul when you appear? Ah Stre—phon! you my Thoughts employ, with all that's charming, [Page 74] all that's dear: When you your pleasing Sto—ry tell, a Tenderness in—vades each part; and I with Blushes own I feel something too mel—ting at my Heart.

[...] Ten thousand Wishes, Joy—es, Desires, seize on me still, when thee I view; Ah! may but thine be re-al Fires, as mine shall be so—r e—ver true. My Heart, like thine, is soft and kind, 'twould sain, but yet it cannot speak; I sigh, and leave my Words behind, for Love that ca—n be told is weak.

[...] Each Sigh my Reason does sur- [Page 75] prize, and I at once both wish and sear, my wounded Soul mounts to my Eyes, as it would part—tle Sto—ries there. Take that Heart that needs will go, but Shepherd see it kindly us'd; for who such Pre—sents would be—slow, if this a—las! should be abus'd?

[...] If Sighs or Tears thy Pi—ty move, or if thine Eyes thy Love confess; thy Sighs do make me dye for Love, and sure mine Eyes betray no less. Thy charming Heart with joy l'le take, a Gift I love, because 'tis thine; I'le use it gently for thy sake, A—h! Ah! be but thou as [Page 76] kind to mine.

[...]

Now all ye list'ning Gods above, bear witness of our mutual Love; on your gay Wings the joy—ful Tydings bear, to ev'—ry bright In—ha—bi—tant o'th' Air: Tell'em, in all their blest Cabals, they see nothing so happy, so belov'd as we.

[...] Now all ye list'ning Gods above, bear witness of our mu—tual Love; on your gay Wings the joyful Tydings bear, to ev'ry bright In-ha-bi-tant o'th' Air: Tell 'em, tell'em, in all their blest Ca—bals, they see nothing so happy, so belov'd as we.

[...] IF Grief has a—ny Pow'r to kill, I have re—ceiv'd my Doom; the Tyrant has de—clar'd his will, my Time's not long to come; So close he has be- sieg'd my Heart, no mo—ment's case I find; in vain I strug—gle with the Dart, that galls my tor—tur'd Mind.

[...] C Ʋpid, the slyest Rogue alive, one day was plund'ring of a Hive! but as with too too ea—ger hast, he strove the Li—quid Sweets to tast: A Bee surpriz'd the heed—less Boy, prick'd him, and dash'd the ex—pe-cted Joy. The Urchin when he felt the smart of the in—ve—nom'd an—gry Dart, he kick'd, he flung, he spurn'd the Ground, he blow'd, and then he chaf'd the wound; he blow'd, and chaf'd the wound in vain, the rub—bing still encreas'd the Pain. Strait to his Mother's Lap he hies, with swel—ling [Page 3] Cheeks, and blub—ber'd Eyes, cries she, What does my Cupid ayl, when thus, thus, he told his mourn—ful Tale: A lit—tle Bird they call a Bee, with yellow Wings, see, see Mother, see, how it has go—r'd and wounded me! And are not you, reply'd his Mother, for all the world just such a—no—ther, just such a-no—ther peevish thing, like in bulk, and like in Sting? For when you aim a poys'nous Dart against some poor un-wea—ry Heart, how lit—tle is the Ar—cher found, and yet how wide, how deep the wound.

[...] WHen love—ly Phil—lis thou art kind, nought but Raptures fill my Mind; 'tis WHen love—ly Phil—lis thou art kind, nought but Raptures fill my Mind; 'tis then I think thee so Divine, t'excell the migh—ty Pow'r of Wine: But when thou in- then I think thee so Divine, t'excell the migh—ty Pow'r of Wine: But sults, but when thou in—sults, and lau—ghs at my Pain, I wish thee a- when thou insults, and lau—ghs at my Pain, I wish thee a- way with sparkling Champaign; so bravely contemn both the Boy and his Mother, and drive out one way with sparkling Champaign; so bravely contemn both the Boy and his Mo—ther, and God, and drive out one God by the Pow'r, by the Pow'r of a—no-ther. drive out one God, and drive out, and drive out one God by the Pow'r of a—no-ther.

[...] COme all ye ten—der Nymphs, and learn of me, to shun a wretched Fate; take heed how you dis—sem—ble Scorn, or too well coun—ter—feit your Hate: The charming Swain his Pow-er knew, and to my wounded Heart he did a generous Pi—ty shew, a mu—tual Flame impart. But I, un—hap—py I, with Scorn and Pride, think—ing to hide the blush—ing Pain; too far the fic—kle Lover try'd, with fooling bo [...]st what I'd have dy'd to gain.

[...] WHe first Do-rin-da, your bright Eyes, had made my Heart your Slave; how vainly sou—ght I to disguise the Tortures that you gave: Durst hardly call my Fate unkind, or to my self complain; for fear some, bu—sie list'—ning Wind should o—ver—hear my Pain; for fear—some bu—sie list'—ning Wind should o—ver- o—ver—hear my Pain, Pain.

[...] IN vain she frowns, in vain she trys the Darts of her dis—dain—ful Eyes; she still is Charming, still is Fair, and I must love, tho' I de—spair: Nor can I of my Fate com—ply, or her Disdain; who would not dye, to be so sweetly slain.

[...] THe poor Endymion lov'd too well a Nymph too chast and fair; whose Eyes had known the way to kill, and to procure Despair: For she had all her Sex—es Pride, and all her Beauties too; and ev'—ry am'rous Swain defy'd, when e're they came to woo.

A Marriage SONG.

[...] BEhold the Morn' dawns, the Lark has sung, E-ter-nal be your Bliss; con- tinue always young, and ev'ry day you wake your Love like this,

and ev'ry day you wake your Love like this: And con-sum-ma-tion, with the Ri—sing Sun, be lo-ving—ly perform'd, as now be—gun. But hush! the Bride's asleep! forbid the Morning Cock to crow so loud, di- But hush! but hush! the, &c. sperse the bu-sie Crowd, for fear too ear—ly waking make her weep, but what's now lost they could no longer keep.

[...] TUne your Lute, and raise your Voice, touch each Note that's soft and moving; warm her Heart that's cold as Ice, make her feel the Joys of Loving. Tell her, how she has mis—spent all the Hours that Nature gave her; tell her, Beau—ty is but lent, and this moment it may leave her: Shew her how the Streams of Love gent—ly flow with end—less Pleasure; tell her, how the Gods a—bove va—lu'd Love their on—ly Treasure.

[...] WIth—in a so—li—ta—ry Grove de—spai—ring Sap—pho sate; [Page 11] lamenting of her ill-plac'd Love, and cur—sing of her Fate: In vain, said she, I would conceal the Conquest from his Eyes; my Looks, a—las! too plain reveal, what I would fain disguise.

[...] WHen I see my Strephon languish, with Lucinda's Charms opprest; when I see his Pain and Anguish, Pi—ty moves my ten—der Breast: Sighs so oft, and Tears so moving, who can see, and hold from Loving? Sighs so oft, and Tears so moving, who can see, and hold from Loving.

A Seranading SONG.

[...] LOng have I liv'd from Pas—sion free, of Love the charming De—i—ty; 'till conqu'ring Beau—ty, Oh hard Fate! hath made me yield to a restless State: With wan-de-ring Thoughts my Heart's opprest, Day brings no Comfort, Night no Rest.

[...] SHould I once fall in Love, as I hope I ne're shall, grant, ye Gods, to my lot such a Mistress may fall; nei—ther Ug—ly, nor a Beauty, more handsom than good, my E—qual in For—tune, in Ho-nour and Blood: Not too ea—sie when courted, by yielding with Honour, such, such may she prove, or else a plague on her. May she have enough Wit to make sport with pert Fools, may her Vertue sit free, not a Slave to stiff Rules; that when Cob comes to see me, she will not stick to make one, at a [Page 19] Glass, or a Catch, or to lau—gh at a Pun: Such, such would I chuse me, for better, for worse, and when the Wife's done, may she prove a good Nurse.

A new CATCH.

[...] WOuld you know how we meet o're our jol—ly full Bowls? As we min—gle our Liquors, we min—gle our Souls; the Sweet melts the Sharp, the Kind sooths the Strong, and no-thing but Friendship grows all the Night long: We drink, laugh, and ce—le—brate ev'—ry De—sire, Love on—ly re—mains, our un- quen-cha-ble Fire.

The Rich RIVAL.

[...] THey say you're angry, and rant migh—ti—ty, be—cause I love the same as you, a—las! you're ve—ry rich 'tis true; but pre—thee

Fool! what's that to Love and me? Your Land and Mo—ney let that serve, and know you're more by that than you deserve. When next I see my fair one, she shall know how worth—less thou art of her Bed; and, Wretch, I'le strike thee dumb and dead with no—ble Verse, not un—der—stood by you; while thy sole Rhet'rick shall be Joynture and [Page 21] Jew—els, and our Friends a—gree. Pox o' your Friends that dote and do—mi- neer, Lo—vers are bet—ter Friends than they, let's those in o—ther things o- bey, the Fates and Stars, and Gods must go—vern here: Vain name of Blood! in Love, let none ad-vise with a—ny Blood, but with their own: 'Tis that which bids me this bright Maid a—dore, no o—ther Thought has had ac—cess, did she now beg, I'd love no less; and were she an Empress, I should love no more. [Page 22] Were she as just and true to me, ah, sim—ple Soul! what would become of thee!

[...] MEthinks I see, as well as hear, the Charming Notes, that striking Ear; and from your Touch those Spirits rise, that play and sparkle in your Eyes: While all the Graces dancing round your face, inspire and a—ni—mate the sound.

[...] UN—just Cli—me—na does complain, that I a—no—ther prize; she on—ly in my Breast would raign, that is, would Ty—ra—nize: Let who will be con—fin'd to one, and pay his Vows to her a—lone, I'le be mo—no—po- liz'd by none.

[...] WHen close—ly embrac'd in the Arms of my Dear, the Raptures of Joy spoke E—li—zium was there; I fainted, I dy'd, yet her Smiles, and the Sight I found in an Hour a whole Age of Delight: One mo—ment I wounded, the next I surviv'd, in her Presence I liv'd, in her Absence I dyd; but li—ving or dy—ing I felt the same pain, 'twas the Pleasures of Love did the Vi—cto—ry gain.

[...] AH! tell me no more that O—lin—da's too low, to pos—ses a—ny room in my Mind; if For—tune has par—tial—ly render'd her so, must Love be un- just, or un—kind?

[...] STrife, hurry, and noise (that fills the lewd Town) sure at last 'tis time to give ov-er; and in the dear Shades of the Country alone, blest Quiet and Ease to re—co—ver. Foolish Hopes, i—dle Fears, and restless Desires, are the bu-sie Man's restless Attendant; what he vainly pursues, the Mind that retires, al—rea—dy is come to the end on't.

[...] WIth—in a Grove, not far from whence, Sheep and their Lambs a nib—ling pac'd, I saw the Shepherd and his dear Cla—rin—da, close by him embrac'd. [Page 27] His Arms a—bout her Neck and Wast, she vow'd she lov'd, but durst not tast.

[...] SInce Syl—vi—a's too so fic—kle grown, to scorn what once they seem'd to love: From Women's Charms then sure I'm free, for Jilts they are, and e're will be.

[...] PHil—lis, talk no more of Passion, words alone want Pow'r to move; she that shuns a fair oc—ca—sion, never, never should pretend to more. Honour that so oft you mention, Love pos—ses—sing once your Mind, a—las! is but a vain pretension, Women use that wo'nt be kind. Your dai—ly seeking out Ex—cu—ses, shows too much De- ceit and Art; in Love who Mar-tyr—dom re—fu—ses, lives an A—theist in her Heart: Fame and Honour will deceive ye, none did e're un—cen—sur'd go; therefore, gentle [Page 29] Maid, believe me, Love's the greatest good we know.

[...] AH! tempt me no more when the Mi—nute is past, the Rapture of Love is too Sa—cred to last; de—fects in our Na—ture shews plainly by these, the Gods for themselves keep so per—fect a Bliss: The charming Convulsion our Senses con- troul, and Hea—ven's the Union of Body and Soul.

[...] LOve thee 'till there shall be an end of mat—ter, so long 'till Courtiers leave in Court to slatter; while empty Courtlings shall laugh, jeer, and jibe, or 'till an old lean Judge re—fuse a Bribe: 'Till young Men Women hate, I will love thee, 'till greedy Lawyers shall renounce a Fee; and 'till de—cre—pid Misers Mo-ney hate, or Statesmen [Page 33] leave to juggle in a State. While Priests Ambition troubles Commonwealth, 'till Whores grow Chast, and Thieves forsake their Stealth; 'till Tradesmen leave to Co—zen, or to Lye, 'till there's a worthy Flat—te—rer, or brave Spy. 'Till ho—nest valiant Men can be afraid, 'till Kings by Favourites are not betray'd; 'till all Impossibles do meet in one, I love thee Phillis, I love thee Phillis, I love thee Phillis, and love thee a—lone; I love thee Phillis, I love thee Phillis, I love thee Phillis, and love thee alone; I love thee Phillis, and love thee alone.

[...] YE Pow'rs that rule the World, must I still be pursu'd by such cru—el strokes of De—sti—ny? What hopes in store for that poor Wretch, that lo—ving more than a—ny e're be—fore, becomes a fa—tal Prey to the ru—ral Pow'r, and by their Charms, feels a fresh Death each Hour? But if in time that frozen Heart could melt, where on—ly Thoughts more cold than Ice have dwelt; could Pi—ty then take place, and Smiles pos—sess, that plea—sing Face that Frowns do now disgrace: [Page 35] Change then but by de—grees, lest the sur—pri—sing Joy prove e—qual to De- spair, and as soon de—stroy. A—las! the Ma—lice of my Stars is too plain, they would con—trive her Love worse than her Dis—dain; a flatt'ring Ray of Hope my Death but to de—lay, and as soon to be—tray; for such pro—di—geous Bliss, transporting Joys! who can, of this side Heaven, be—lieve reserv'd for Man?

[...] SInce my Mistress proves Cru—el, my Suit I'le give o're; no more will I Lan—guish, will I Court, or A—dore; and no farther Expect, or her Fa—vours implore: But the force of her Charms I'le boldly de—fie, no lon—ger will wait, if she will not Comply; for I'le love none but those, who're as wil—ling as I.

A DIALOGUE sung in the PLAY of Sir Courtly Nice.

[...] PHil-lis, be gent—ler, I ad—vise, make up for Time mis- spent; when Beau—ty on its Death-bed Iyes, 'tis high time to repent. Such is the Ma—lice of your Fate, which makes you old so soon; your Pleasure e—ver comes too late, how ear—ly e're be—gun.

[...] MU—sing on Cares of Humane Fate, in a sad Cypress Grove; a strange Dispute I heard of late, 'twixt Ver—tue, Fame, and Love: A pensive Shepherd ask'd Advice, and their O—pi-nions crav'd; how he might hope to be so wise, to get a Place be—yond the Skies, and how he might be sav'd.

[...] Swift as a Thought, &c.

[...] Swift as a Thought, the a—mo—rous Swain to Syl-via's Cot—tage flies; in soft ex- pressions told her plain the way to Hea—ven—ly Joys: She who with Pi—e—ty was stor'd, de- [Page 45] lays no lon—ger crav'd; charm'd by the God whom they ador'd, she smil'd and took him at his word, and thus they both were sav'd.

A SONG in the Play of Sir Courtly Nice.

[...] AS I gaz'd un—a—ware on a Face so fair, your cruel Eye lay watching by, to snatch my Heart, which you did with such Ar—t, that a- way with't you run, whilst I look'd on; to my Ru—in and Grief, stop Thief, stop Thief; to my Ruin and Grief, sto—p Thief, stop Thief, stop Thief, stop Thief, stop Thief.

A Pastoral Coronation SONG.

[...] WHile Thir—sis wrapt in Downy Sleep, pleas'd with sweet Fancies lay; the Graces constant watch did keep, and Cu—pids rou—nd him play: 'Till crouds of Nymphs and Swains around, his ten—der Ears invade; with In—vi—ta—tions to be crown'd, in this sof—t Se—ra—nade.

A DIALOGUE betwixt Oliver Cromwell and Charon.

[...] HAST Charon, hast, 'tis Noll commands thy Speed; Charon, I'm he that made three Kingdoms bleed.

[...] Proud Soul, so black's thy Guilt, I know thee well, thou dost those Shades in Colour far ex—cell, and seem'st a Beauty-spot to whiten Hell.

[...] Dear Charon, hast, vast Streams of in—jur'd Blood pursue, and horrid is its Cry, and dreadful is its Hew.

[...] Stay, stay, how guil—ty must thou be, who chusest Hell for sanctuary; thy weighty Crimes will never let thee float, but singly thou wilt sink my mighty Boat.

[...] Cha—ron, no more de—lay, you now presume too far, re-mem-ber, re-mem-ber, what I was in War; did Charles, and shall not I pass o're the Lake?

[...]Weak Shade! thou art too bold, and dost mistake; still diff'rent ways great Charles and thou didst move, thy Course was downward, still His still a—bove. I saw him ascend, whilst Angels stoop'd down to present a new Throne, and the loss of his Head to re-pay with a huge double Crown. Look yonder! I saw the bright Troop on the wing, and as they did [Page 49] fly, so spotless and bright was the King, that Him from his new Brother-Angels I could not desery. Then open'd wide E—li—zium's radient Gate, and in they flew in gay Triumphant State; and then, so well God and Man the Martyr did love, good Men wept be- low, Saints re—joye'd all a—bove, Saints re—joye'd all a—bove.

[...]'Twas brave! and by the Praise thou'st giv'n, thou'st made me what I ne—ver was, in love with Heav'n! But Charles from his Stat shall remove, tho' Heavens slight mine, and his Actions approve; as [Page 50] once up—on Earth, I'le Dethrone him a—bove; I to E—li—zium hence will go.

[...] No, Tyrant, no, to Dens full of Horror thou headlong must fall, and with Fu—ries as black as thy Treasons must dwell,

and there as little Mercy as thou shewd'st must feel.

[...] DRag him down, drag him down to th' Abyss, let Flames and vast Ser—pents a—bout him still roul, and as he does pi—ti—less, pi—ti—less howl, he does [Page 51] pi—ti—less howl; let the Flames e—ver scorch him, and at him in scorn, let the Ser—pent still hiss, Drag him down, and make the Wretch know, proud Tyrants on Earth shall be Slaves here be—low.

[Page 50] [...] DRag him down, drag him down to th' Abyss, let Flames and vast Ser—pents a- bout him still ro—ul, and as he does pi—ti—less, pi—ti—less howl, he does [Page 51] pi—ti—less howl; let the Flames e—ver scorch him, and at him in Scorn, let the Ser—pent still hiss, Drag him down, and make the Wretch know, proud Tyrants on Earth, on Earth, shall be Slaves here be—low.

[Page 50] [...] DRag him down, drag him down to th' Abyss, let Flames and vast Ser—pents a- bout him still ro—ul, and as he does pi—ti—less, pi—ti—less howl, he does [Page 51] pitiless howl; let the Flames ever scorch him, and at him in Scorn, the Serpents still hiss, still hiss, Drag him down, and make the Wretch know, proud Tyrants on Earth, on Earth, shall be Slaves here be—low.

[...] HAIL Al—bion! hail all hail! at—tend the Throne, and him that sits there—on. Hail Albion! hail! thy faithful Friends prevail, and Foes lie truckling down. [Hail Albion! hail! &c.] The sul—len Clouds di—sperst the Clouds of groundless Doubts and Fears, the ri—sing Sun appears. [Hail Albion! hail! &c.] The Warlike JAMES as active in his Sphere, as does from hence such Beams dispence, as gives new Life and Vigour all the Year.

[...] LOng, long had Phil—lis Stre-phon lov'd, and kept her Flames hid in her Breast; but the Concealment fa—tal prov'd, and robb'd the Nymph of all her Rest: But yet, a—las! the Fire she brake, for Cu—pid forc'd her to con—fess; and much she blush'd, but lit—tle spake, but yet enough to make him guess.

A SERENADE SONG.

[...] LOok down, look down fair Saint, and see a rest—less Lover's Care! whose Heart was 'till this moment free from Beauty's char—ming Snare: Look down, look down fair Saint, and see a rest—less Lo—ver's Care! But now a—las! it flies to you, and round, and round the Street all Night I rove; ah [Page 3] then look down! ah then look down, dear Soul! dear Soul! and view the Vi—ctim of Al—migh—ty Love. Like Spirits we wander in dead time of Night, Huz- z—a! Huz—z—a! we roar, and we sight; at last the Watch comes to op—pose our Delight. Charge! charge! Hey! now we scour thro 'the Bill-men in [Page 4] Flannel, and down drops a Con—sta—ble in—to the Kennel.

[Page 2] [...] Look down fair Saint, and see a rest—less Lover's Care whose Heart was 'till this mo—ment free from Beauty's charming Snare: Look down fair Saint, and see a rest—less Lo—ver's Care! But now a- las! it flies to you, and round, and round the Street all Night we rove; [Page 3] ah then look down! ah then look down, dear Soul! and view the Vi—ctim of Al—migh—ty Love. Like Spirits we wander in dead time of Night, Huzz—a! Huzz—a! we roar, and we sight; at last the Watch comes to op—pose our Delight. Charge! charge! Hey! now we scour thro' the Bill-men in [Page 4] Flannel, and down drops a Con—sta—ble in—to the Kennel.

[...] F—Rom drinking of Sack by the Pottle,

[...] Preng preng-ta, preng preng-ta, preng, preng.

[...]from breaking a Constable's Noddle,

[...] Preng, preng.

[...]his Noddle,

[...] Preng, preng.

[...]his Nod—dle; from Bullies that would have been Roaring, been Roaring, from Bullies that would have been Who-ri—ng; I have [Page 5] brought here a noise of mer—ry, mer—ry, mer-ry Boys, sweet Ladies, to hin—der your snoaring, sweet Ladies, to hinder your snoaring.

[...] Preng preng-ta, preng preng-ta, preng, preng.

[...]Hark! how the Strings jarr, when I thrum my Git—tar!

[...] Preng preng-ta, preng preng-ta, preng, preng.

[...]Hark! how the Strings jarr, when I thrum my Git—tar!

[...] Preng preng-ta, preng preng-ta, preng, preng.

[...]Ah! prove not my Foe! here I Languish be—low; to my Sleep I would go, hey ho; to my Sleep I would go, hey ho; to my Sleep I would go, hey ho.

[...] THere is one black and sul—len hour, which Fate de [...]reed our Life should know; else we should slight Al-migh-ty Pow'r, rapt with the Joys we find below. 'Tis past, dear Cynthia! now let Frowns be gone, a long long Penance I have done; a long long Penance I have done, for Crimes a—las! to me unknown.

[...] TELL me what a thing is Love, O ye Gods that live above! you in wan—ton Plea—sres rove, and all its se—cret Joys do prove; whilst we poor Mortals here be—low, scarce a part of it do know; but la—vish out a Life in vain, and nought but Scorn for Love we gain.

[...] PRide and Am—bi—tion, and Pee-vist-ress too, nay all the whole Sex—es Le—gion of Ills, I'd meet in a Woman, I'm doom'd to Woe, so Wit, damn'd Wit, not the Ca-ta-logue fills: To themselves 'tis a Plague, to us it is worse, but poyson'd with Learning is Curse up—on Curse.

[...] YOur haughty Wish, proud Swain, I guess'd, so well the lo—ving Hu—mour feign'd; you took the Bait with ea—ger hast, swell'd at the Prize you [Page 9] thought you'd gain'd; Blest your a—ven—ging Stars, that gave you pow'r to Tri— —umph where you once was Slave.

[...] WHen first I pass'd the hap—py Night, in Char—ming Pleasure's swift Delight, in those dear Arms of thine; what trem—bling Joys sur—priz'd that Heart! which when, a—las! we were to part, ne're felt a Grief like mine, ne're felt a Grief like mine

[...] THat I might e—ven dream thus, That some Pow'r to my E—ter—nal Rest would grant this hour; so wil—ling—ly deceiv'd, I might possess, in seeming Joys a re—al Happiness: Death! I would gladly bow beneath thy Charms, so thou could'st bring my Doris to thy Arms; that thus at last made happy, I might prove in Life the Hell, in Death the Heav'n of Love.

[...] COme dear Com—pa-nions of th' Arcadian Fields, let us, let us com- bine to countermine, the Plots our Female Con—ver—sa-tion yields; we'l bre—ak their Fetters, we'l bre—ak their Fetters from their Charms, be free, and re—gain Man his lo—ng, lo—ng lo—st Li—ber—ty.

Beauty your Empire now, now, now, is in its wain, we'l never, no never, never more, never more your Shrines a- dore, since you delight t'as—so—ciate with Dis—dain: Had you been kind, I would have [Page 15] worship'd, I would have worship'd still, but your chief Glo—ry is your Slaves to kill. So law—ful Princes when they Ty—rants prove, themselves a- buse, and Pow-er lose, their Strength de—pen—ding, de—pen—ding on their Subjects Love; for Love o—bli—ges Duty more than Fear, for Love o-bli-ges Duty more than Fear, more than Fear, all hate the Government that is too severe; all, all hate the Government that is too severe.

The singing Bass to the foregoing Song.

[...] COme dear Com-pa-nions of th' Ar-ca-dian Fields, let us, let us combine to counter- mine, the Plots our Female Conversation yields; we'l bre—ak their Fetters from their Charms, be free, and regain man his lo—ng, lo—ng lost Li-ber—ty. Beauty your Empire now, now, now is in its wain, we'l ne—ver, no never, never more your Shrines adore, since you delight t'associate with Disdain: Had you been kind, I would have worship'd, I would have worship'd still, but your chief Glo— —ry is your Slaves to kill. So law-ful Princes when they Tyrants prove, themselves abuse, and Power lose, their Strength de-pen-ding on their Subjects Love; for Love o—bli—ges Duty more than Fear, for Love o—bli-ges Duty more than Fear, all hate the Government that is too se—vere; all, all hate the Government that is too severe.

[...] THE Nymph that does expose to sale, the soft Endearments of her Love, can ne—ver o're my Heart pre—vail, nor the least In-cli-na-tion move: It checks that ri—sing Transports of Delight, and palls the siercest Lovers ap—pe—tite; and palls the fier—cest Lo—vers Ap—pe—tite.

[...] SYlvia, 'tis true, 'tis true, you're fair, more, more than other Women are, 'tis true, yet that's no plea to be se—vere: Think not those Eyes, 'cause they conquer so much, and so much do surprize, ne're e—ver in—ten—ded to Ty-ra-nize; for Beauty was ne—ver, was ne—ver design'd for a Grace to that Face, and a Torment and Cure to my Mind: To Consent and En-joy-ment it rather should move you, for were you not handsom, who the Devil would love you, for were you not handsom, who the Devil would love you.

Then since you're by [Page 19] Nature fram'd sit for the Sport, be kind and com-ply-ing, be kind and complying, ne're re- suse when we Court; your Scorn, and your haughty Disdain, prethee cease! and since you've the Charms, have the Will too to please: For an in—so—lent Beauty is nought but Disease, for an in—so—lent Beauty is nought but Disease.

THen since you're by Nature fram'd fit for the Sport, be kind and complying, nor re- fuse, nor refuse when we Court; your Scorn, and your haughty Disdain, prethee cease! prethee cease! and since you've the Charms, have the Will too to please: For an in—so—lent Beauty is nought but Disease, for an in—so—lent Beauty is nought but Disease.

[...] I Saw fair Cloris all a—lone, when feather'd Rain came soft—ly down; and Jove de-scen-ding from his Tow'r, to court her in a sil—ver Show'r: The gen—tle Snow flew in her Breasts, like little Birds, like Birds in—to their Nests: But o—ver-come with whiteness there, for Grief dissolv'd, for Grief dis—solv'd in—to a Tear; which fal—ling down, which falling down her Garment Hem, to de—ck her Fro—ze in—to a Gem.

The Singing Bass.

[...] I Saw fair Cloris all alone, when feather'd Rain came softy down; and Jove descending from his Tow'r, to court her in a sil—ver Show'r: The gen—tle Snow flew in her Breasts, like lit—tle Birds, like little Birds, in—to their Nests; but o—ver—come with whiteness there, for Grief dissolv'd, for Grief dissolv'd in—to a Tear; which falling down her Garment Hem, to de—ck her, to deck her Froze in—to a Gem.

[...] WHilst Strephon in his Pride of Youth, to me a—lone prosest, dissem [...]led Passion drest like Truth, he triumpht in my Breast: I lodg'd him near my yielding Heart, deny'd him but my Arms; de—lu-ded with his pleasing Art, transported with his Charms.

A new SONG sung by a FOP newly come from France.

[...] AH Phillis! why are you less ten—dre, to my de-spai-ring Amour! your Heart you have promis'd to ren—dre, do not de—ny the Retour: My Passion I cannot de- fen—dre; no, no, Torments encrease tous les Jours.

A new Scotch SONG.

[...] FArweel bonny Wully Craig, farweel to au thy bro—ken Vows to me; thou wast a love-ly Lad, when on the Grass thou tempted'st me: Full oft have I dry'd mine [Page 23] Eyn, when by my seln to mil—king I have gean; oft have I gift the Green, where Wully vow'd to be my Swain. Sea neat was my conny Lad, with new Russet Shoon, and Holland [...]and; but now [...]e's won his way, with Maiden-head, and Leve and au: His Locks were sea finely seam'd, and shone as bright as a—ny in the Land; but now he's won his way, with Maiden-head, and Leve and an.

[...] SHun a vain Pre-ten-der's Sto—ry, which does Pride not Love di- sco—ver; Beauty's rob'd of all its Glory, when Va—ni—ty creates a Lover: He'l be con—stant in pur—su—ing, 'till 'tis said, he is pos-sest; then be pleas'd at your un-do-ing, Proud the World believes him blest; then be pleas'd at your un—do—ing, Proud the World be—lieves him blest.

[...] OH Mother! Roger with his Kis—ses almost stops my Breath I vow! why does he gripe my Hand to pieces, and yet says, he loves me too? Tell me, Mother, pray now do, pray now do, pray now do! tell me, Mother, pray now do, pray now, pray now, pray now do, what Ro—ger means when he does so? For ne—ver stir I long to know.

[...] IS my Clo—rin—da yet in Nature's State! what greater Joy, or Grief to me! Live, live Clo—rin—da, 'till I hate, and I Clo—rin—da still abhorr'd by thee: Thou art all Joy, I am by De—sti—ny all Grief, all Sorrow; none to pi—ty me! dear Clo-rin-da, not a Soul but thee! Oh! had I time to write the turns of Time, to vent my Passion in such a Rhime, as could all Hearts to mine in sympathy melt quickly down, but none but thee, Clo—rin-da, pities me! Thou glv'st me thine, I thee my Pi—ty give, [Page 27] let's pi—ty one a—no—ther, whi—lst we live.

[...] OH! that I had but a sine Man, a sweet Man, a dain—ty Man, and a spi—cy one, for now I lye by my self all alone, and the cold Sweat comes me upon, and a- lack, for my Love I dye! and if I dye, why then I dye. Daughter, why should'st thou de- sire for to wed, and hast neither Pot nor Pan? Oh Mother, take you no care for that, so I may but have a Man; a sweet Man, a sine Man, a dainty Man, a delicate Man, and a spi—cy one, &c.

An ALLIGORY.

[...] A Grass-hopper, and a Fly, in Summer hot and dry, in ea—ger Ar—gu—ment were met, a—bout, a—bout Pri—o—ri—ty: Says the Fly to the Grass-hopper, From mighty Race I spring, bright Phaebus was my Dad 'tis known, and I eat and drink with a King. Says the Grass-hopper to the Fly, Such Rogues are still, are still preferr'd; your Fa—ther might be of high Degree, but your Mother was but a Turd, a Turd, a Turd.

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[...] SO Re—bel Jem-my Scot, so Re—bel Jem—my Scot, that did to Em—pire soar; his Father might be the Lord knows what, his Father might be the Lord knows what, but his Mother we knew a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore; his Fa—ther might be the Lord knows what, but his Mother we knew a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore.

[...] SO Re—bel Jemmy Scot, so Re—bel Jem—my Scot, that did to Empire soar; his Father might be the Lord knows what, but his Mother we knew, his Mother we knew a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore; his Father might be the Lord knows what, but his Mother we knew, but his Mother we knew a whore, a whore, a whore, a whore.

[...] WHile Orpheus in a hea—vy strain, and dole—ful Accents did complain, that his Eu—ri—di—ce was slain; the Trees to hear, ob—tain'd an Ear; the Trees to hear, ob—tain'd an Ear; which when the Harp was dumb, grew deaf a—gain; which when the Harp was dumb, grew deaf a—gain. If Wood can speak, a Tree may hear, if Wood can Sor—row e're en—dear, a Tree may drop an Amber tear; if Wood can tell true Grief so well, the Cypress may be- [Page 31] moan the Bier; if Wood can tell true Grief so well, the Cypress may be- moan the Bier, the Cypress may bemoan the Bier. The standing Nobles of the Grove, finding dead Timber speak and move, the sa—tal Ax be—gan to love; and envy'd Death that gave such Breath, as Tunes the Voi-ces of the blest a—bove, as Tunes the Voi—ces of the blest a—bove.

[...] TH'am—bi—tious Eye that seeks a—lone, where Beau-ty's Won—ders most are shown; of all that bounteous Heav'n displays, let him on bright A—lin—da gaze, and in her high Ex—am—ple see, all can admir'd, or wish'd-for be.

[...] WHilst Cynthia sung, all an—gry Winds lay still; and Ze—phi—rus with a gen—tle Gale, did soft—ly swell the trem—bling Sail; Cynthia! whose Voice, as well as Eyes, can kill: Charm'd with the Ma—gick of her Tongue, the wan—ton Wa—ters danc'd a—long; each lit—tle Bil-low strove to stay, tho' Nature for—ced it a- way: Precedent Waves then foll'wing ride, and all to—ge—ther blame the Tide.

[...] IN a dark sha—dy Cy-press Grove, where nought but dis—mal thoughts of Love, no plea—sant, nor no chear—ful Ray, did e're ad—mit—tance find; the me-lan-cho-ly Stre—phon lay, thus, thus, thus sigh—ing to the Wind; the me-lan-cho-ly Stre—phon lay, thus, thus, thus sigh—ing to the Wind: Ah! do not, Strephon, think to find, a Cure for thy tortur'd Mind, there amongst those whom [Page 35] Fate has blest, with kind and yielding Charms: Where ev'ry Night each Swain does rest, se- cur'd by Love from harms; where ev'ry Night each Swain does rest, se—cur'd by Love from harms. Cease, wretched Strephon! cease to grieve, do thou like o—ther Shepherds live; free from all Care there hours are pass'd, free as the Flocks they keep; Dances and Songs there Days do wast, there Nights they pass in sleep; Dances and Songs there [Page 36] Days do wast, there Nights they pass in sleep. Sad is thy Fate, since thou a—lone, in- constancy surpass'd by none, has fix'd thy Heart, where no return can e're ex—pe—cted be: Yet for my Ce-lia's love, to mourn shall pleasure be to me; yet for my Ce-lia's love, to mourn shall pleasure be to me.

[Page 34] [...] In a dark sha—dy Cy—press Grove, where nought but dis—mal thoughts of Love, no pleasant, nor no chearful Ray, did e're ad—mit—tance find, did e're admittance find; the me-lan-cho-ly Strephon lay, thus sigh—ing to the Wind, the Wind; the me—lan—cho—ly Strephon lay, thus, thus sigh-ing to the Wind: Ah! do not, Strephon, think to find, a Cure for thy tortur'd Mind, there amongst those whom [Page 35] Fate has blest, with kind and yielding Charms: Where ev'ry Night each Swain does rest, se- cur'd by Love from harms; where ev'ry Night each Swain does rest, secur'd by Love from harms. Cease, wretched Strephon! cease to mourn, to mourn, do thou like o—ther Shepherds live; free from all Cares there hours are pass'd, free as the Flocks they keep; Dances and Songs there Days do wast, there Nights they pass in sleep; Dances and Songs there [Page 36] Days do wast, there Nights they pass in sleep. Sad is thy Fate, since thou a—lone, in- constancy surpass'd by none, has fix'd thy Heart, where no return can e're ex—pe—cted be: Yet for my Ce—lia's love, to mourn shall plea—sure be to me; yet for my Ce—lia's love, to mourn shall pleasure be to me.

[...] WHy so averse is Lau—ra's Mind! why still to Dae—mon's Grief un—kind! Less has her gen—tle Na—ture shook, for soft her Heart is as her Look: Re—len—ting, grateful, just is she, and good to all the World but me.

[...] HOw pow'rful is the God of Love, whilst he maintains his Sa—cred Rights! the Days with mighty Pleasure move, and full of Raptures are the Nights, and full of Raptures are the Nights; the Days with mighty Pleasure move, and full of Raptures are the Nights, and full of Rap—tures are the Nights: But if he stand in awe of Honour's nicer Law; if his own Pow'r he weakly gives a—way, he for—feits all the Rev'rence tha—t we pay; if his own Pow'r he weakly gives a—way, he forfeits [Page 39] all the Rev'rence tha—t we pay. 'Tis true, in Fea—vers we submit, and drink not in the burning Fit; yet now and then a Cordial we may tast, to eat is danger, to eat is danger, but 'tis death, 'tis death, 'tis death to fast. But since a Fea-ver of the Mind no Ab—sti—nence can ease, since I despair a Cure to find, be to your dying Pa—ti—ent kind, and hu—mour my Disease; since I de- spair a Cure to find, be to your dying Pa-ti—cit kind, and humour my Dis—ease.

[...] WHen my Kids and Lambs I treated, and to Mountains did invite; with clean Straw their Hur—dles shee—ted, where they might re—pose all Night: Then free from Care I liv'd at pleasure, 'till my Le—lia take her flight; I at the loss of such a Treasure, all my o—ther, all my o—ther, all my other Flocks did slight.

[...] LOvely Lau—rin—da! blame not me, if on your beauteous Looks I gaze; how can I help it, when I see something so charming In your Face! That like a bright un—clou—ded Sky, when in the Air the Sun-beams play; it ra—vi—shes my wond'ring Eye, and warms me with a pleasing Ray.

[...] THere's such Re—li—gion in my Love, it must, like Ver—tue, have Re—ward; and Strephon's Faith will from a—bove, tho' not be—low, find due Regard: Tell me no more of Friends or Foes, that hinder'd what your Heart de—sign'd; no Pa—rents can your Love di—spose, no more than they be- get your Mind.

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[...] KInd Heaven no Peace to the Perjur'd allows, in Fate's gloomy Book keeps account of all Vows: And Jove that does view the false and the true, knows who kept her Promise, and who deceiv'd, who will swear by the Skies, and Ga-ni-mede's Eyes, no Woman that mingles Affection with Art, and here in the fares of the World plays a part; shall e—ver hereafter, shall e—ver hereafter, shall e—ver here—af—ter break a fond Heart, shall e—ver here—af—ter break a fond Heart.

[...] KInd Heaven no Peace to the Perjur'd allows, in Fate's gloomy Book keeps account of all Vows: And Jove that does view the false and the true, knows who kept her Promise, and who deceiv'd, who will swear by the Skies, and Ga-ni-mede's Eyes, no Woman that mingles Affection with Art, and here in the fares of the World plays a part, shall e—ver hereafter, shall e-ver, shall e—ver here—af—ter break a fond Heart, shall e—ver here—af—ter break a fond Heart.

The two following Songs in The Devil of a Wife.

[...] WHilst you court a damn'd Vintner for such na—sty Liquor, as worse was ne're swallow'd by dull Country Vi—car, and the in—so—lent Ras—cal still draws what he pleases; while, Boys, you may kick 'em, when Masters entreat 'em, from Draw'rs you up in—to Al—der—men beat 'em; but they get your Money, and you get Dis—ea—ses.

[...] LET the vain, let the vain Spark

[...] Let the vain Spark, &c.

[...]consume his Store, in keeping an ex- pensive Whore, for o—thers to em—ploy: For all those Snares and Baits he pays, which he for o—ther Gallants lays,

[...] and he must least,

[...] and he must least, must least en—joy.

[...]must least en—joy.

[...] A—Dieu, dear Object of my Love's ex—cess, and with thee all my hopes, all my hopes of Hap—pi—ness! Adieu, adieu, a- dieu, dear Object of my Love's excess, and with thee all my hopes, all my hopes of Happiness, and with thee all my Hopes of Happiness; a—ll my hopes, my hopes of Happiness! With the same servent and un—chan—ged Heart, which did its whole self once to thee impart. I to resign thy dear Converse submit, [Page 47] since I can neither, neither keep, nor me—rit it. I ask no inconvenient Kindness now, to move thy Passion, or to cloud thy Brow; for thou maist sa—tis—fie my coldest plea, by some few soft, soft remembrances of me, by some few soft remembrances of me, by some few soft re—mem-bran-ces of me. May no Minutes Trouble thee possess, but only to en—dear the next hours Happiness. May'st thou, when thou art from me remov'd, be e—ver bet—ter pleas'd, but ne—ver worse be—lov'd.

[...] AH, cru—el Beauty! could you prove more tender, or less fair; you nei—ther would provoke my Love, nor cause me to despair: But your dissembling charming Eye, my ea—sie Hope beguiles; and though a Rock beneath does lye, the tempting Sur—face smiles.

[...] IF mighty Wealth, that gives the Rules to vicious Men, and chea—ted Fools, cou'd but preserve me in the Prime of bloo—ming Youth, and purchase Time; then I wou'd covet Riches too, and scrape and cheat as others do; then I wou'd covet Riches too, and scrape and cheat as others do: That when the Mi—ni—sters of Fate, pale Death was knocking at the Gate, I'de send him loaded back with Coyn, a Bribe of rich—er Dust than mine; I'd send him loaded back with Coyn, a Bribe of rich—er Dust than mine; [Page 50] I'd send him loaded back with Coyn, a Bribe of rich—er Dust than mine. But since that Life must slide a—way, and Wealth can't pur—chase one poor Day; why shou'd my Cares en—crease my Pain, and wast my Time with Sighs in vain, and wast my Time with Sighs in vain.

Since Riches cannot Life sup- ply, it is a useless Po—ver—ty, it is a use—less Po—ver—ty; [Page 51] Since Riches can-not Life supply, it is a use—less Po—ver- ty, it is a use—less Po—ver—ty. Swi—ft Time, swi—ft Time, that can't be bought to stay, I'le try to guide the gent—lest way, I'le try to guide, to guide the gentlest way. With chearful Friends brisk Wine shall pass, and drown a Care, drown a Care in ev'—ry Glass: Sometimes di—ver-ted with Love's Charms, the [Page 52] Cir—cle made by Ce—lia's Arms; sometimes di—ver—ted with Loves Charms, the Cir—cle made by Celia's Arms.

[...] CE—lin—da wou'd her Heart bestow, but wou'd reserve her Gold; she'l so—li—ta—ry leave it so, Ce—lin—da's growing old; she'l so—li—ta—ry leave it so, Ce—lin—da's growing old.

[...] IN Courts; Am-bi—tion kills the Great; in Cities, strive for needless Gain; some do in Battels meet their Fate, but I by Love, by Love, am slain: Phacton by Thunder, Thun—der dy'd, Pro—me—theus by the Vultures Pain; this doom'd for Stealth, and that for Pride, but I by Love, by Love am slain.

[...] WHere art thou, God of Dreams! for whose soft Chain, the best of Mankind e—ver do complain; since they affect to be, thy Captives before Li—ber—ty, unkind and disobliging De—i-ty: He flies from Princes, and from Lovers Eyes, yet ev'ry night with the poor Shepherd lyes, yet ev'—ry night with the poo—r Shep—herd lyes. [Page 55] Shew thy self now a God, and take some care of the Distressed, Innocent, and Fair; to rest, to rest, dispose the pi—ty'd Maid, her Eye—lids clo—se, gently as Evening Dews shut up a Rose: Then bear in si—lent Whispers in her Ear, such pleasing words, as Virgins love to hear, as Vir—gins love to hear.

[...] WHY this talking still of Dying? Why that dismal Look and Groan? Leave, fond Lover! leave your sighing, let these fruitless Arts a—lone: Love's the Child of Joy and Pleasure, born of Beauty, nurs'd with Wit; much a- mis you take your Measure, this dull winning-way to hit.

[...] WHen first my Shep—her—dess and I, en—joy'd with mutual Love; she wou'd a thousand Deaths to dye, before she false wou'd prove: Then in a coo—ing Tone she cry'd, My Damon, still prove true! May Damon dye, I soon reply'd, when e're he loves not you.

[...] AS in those Nations, where they yet a—dore Mar—ble and Cedar, and their Aid implore; 'tis not the Workman, nor the precious Wood, but 'tis the Worshipper that makes the God. So cru—el Fair! tho' Heav'ns have giv'n you all, we Mor—tals Beauty, or can Virtue call; 'tis we that give the Thunder to your Frowns, Darts to your Eyes, and to our selves the Wounds: But for our Love, which proudly you deride, vain were your Beauty, and more vain your Pride; all envy'd Beings which the World can show, [Page 3] un—to some mea—ner thing their Greatness owe. Sub—jects make Kings, and we the num'rous Train of hum—ble Lo—vers, con—sti—tute the Reign: This on—ly diff'rence, Beauty's Realm can boast, where most its Fa—vours it en—sla—veth most; and they to whom it's most in—dul—gent found, are al—ways in the su- rest Fetters bound.

[...] CO—rin—na, with In—no—cence, Beau—ty, and Wit, ev'—ry Sence does in—vade, and my Reason persuade, and with Pleasure compells me my Freedom to quit; tho' my Tongue has pre—ten—ded to serve and a—dore, I find my Heart ne're was in earnest before: But so bright are her Charms, all my Hope, I distrust, my want of Desert makes my Jea—lou—sie just; if the Joys her Eyes promise I ne're must ob- tain, let 'em quickly de—ter-mine my Doubts by Disdain, I am ne're of those Fools who [Page 5] can sigh and complain: But if she can betray me my Fate, let me meet, let me live in her Arms, or dye at her Feet.

[...] YOur Game—ster, provok'd by his Loss, may forswear, and rayl against Play, yet can ne—ver for—bear; de—lu—ded with Hopes, what is lost may be won, in passion plays on, 'till at last he's undone.

[...] THere is no Beauty can compare with Divine Ce—lia, lovely, fair; from those bright dazling Suns, her Eyes, fond Li—ber—ty af—frigh-ted flies: And Love it self en- thrall'd remains, a Captive in her Golden Chains.

A Song in Commendation of CLARET.

[...] BRisk Claret's the Prince and the Topper of Wines, the Soul of the Poet, and Life of his Lines; there's none but adores thee that understands, Drinking, for [Page 7] nothing like Claret helps Writing or Thinking: Who e—ver a—buse thee, we'l sing in thy Praise, we'l ne—ver re—fuse thee, who e—ver gain-says; we dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.

[Page 6] [...] Brisk Claret's the Prince and the Topper of Wines, &c.

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[...] We dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.

[...] We dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.

[...] We dai—ly will drink thee, our Veins to re—ple—nish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish, let Whores and their Cullies drink White-wine and Rhenish.

[...] HOw lovely's a Woman before she's enjoy'd, when the Spirits are strong, and the Fancy not cloy'd! we admire ev'—ry Part, tho' ne—ver so plain, which when throughly possest, we quickly disdain.

[...] OFt am I by the Women told, poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old! look how thy Hairs are fal—ling all, poor A—na—creon, how they fall! whether I grow old or no, by th'effects I do not know: This I know without be—ing told, 'tis time to live, if I grow old; 'tis time short Pleasures now to take, of lit—tle Life the best to make, of little Life the best to make, and manage wisely the last Stake.

[...] Oft am I by the Women told, poor Anacreor, thou grow'st old! look how thy Hairs are fal—ling all, poor A—na—creon, how they fall! whether I grow old or [...]o, by th'effects I do not know: This I know without be—ing told, 'tis time to live, 'tis time to live, if I grow old; 'tis time short Pleasures now to take, of little Life the best to make, the best to make, and manage wisely the last Stake.

A DIALOGUE betwixt Philander and Sylvia.

[...] IN a Desert in Greenland, where the Sun ne're casts an Eye, in con- tempt of all the World, I cou'd live with thee my Joy.

[...] On the Sands of scorched Assric, where the Sun-burnt Natives fry; blest with thee, my dear Philander, I cou'd me to live and dye.

[...] No Nymph, with her sly sub—tle Art, e're shall have pow'r to steal my Heart; thou art all in all in ev'ry part, each Vein of me shall e—ver be panting for love of thee.

[...] No Swain, with his Wit, Wealth, or Art, e're shall have pow'r to storm my Heart; [Page 11] thou art all in all in ev'ry part, each Vein of me shall e—ver be panting for love of thee.

[...] I Lov'd young Phillis, fair and gay, her Beauty blooming, fresh as May; then, oh then! I lov'd her so, I did all o—ther Joyes forego: But now, a—las! her Beauty's gone, and with it too my Heart is flown. But this my only comfort is, I often, of—ten, told her this, a certain truth, which now she'l prove, That none, when Beauty's gon, will Love.

[...] AH Strephon! that I were but sure, thy Love, like mine, cou'd still endure; that Time and Absence, which destroys the Cares of Lovers, and their Joys, might never rob me of that part, which you have giv'n me of your Heart; others unenvy'd might possess, what e—ver they call Happiness.

[...] WHen you have broke that ten—der Loy—al Heart, which so ma—ny years did faith—ful to you prove; which for your sake endur'd Love's cru—el smart, and when you scorn'd, made no re—turn but Love: You then, perhaps, will to Com—pas—sion bend, when I'm to De—sti—ny become a Prey; and then you'l ease your Lover and a Friend, you have too pro—di—gal—ly thrown a—way.

[...] TELL me, ye Gods, why do you prove so cruel, so severe, to make me burn in flames of Love, then throw me in Despair? Tell me, what Pleasure do you find, to force tor—men—ting Fate; to make my Syl—via first seem kind, then vow perpetual Hate?

[...] PRoud Stre—phon! do not think my Heart so ab—so—lute a Slave, nor in so mean and servile State; but if I say, That you're ingrate, I've Pride and Pow'r e—nough your Chains to brave.

[...] WHY should Clausa, young and fair, her self a Foe to Love declare? Why should such Charms as hers be giv'n, to one that is more deaf than Heav'n, to one that is more deaf than Heav'n.

[...] LOng wrestling with an An—gel's form, I've almost weather'd out the Storm; and made the bright Au re—lia yield, to pi—ty one her Frowns had kill'd; But pi-ty beaming from her Eyes, has made the Wretch, tho' dead, to rise; but Pi—ty beaming from her Eyes, has made the Wretch, tho' dead, to rise.

[...] IN th'Evening's Dawn, when Nymphs and Swains fold their Flocks up- on the Plains, and then re—tire in—to the Grove, to Dance and Sing, and talk of Love; there a—lone Strephon sate, and thus he did be—moan his Fate: Why, oh why shou'd Phil—lis be to all the World so gay and free, and yet so cold, and yet so cold, so wond'rous cold to me;

and yet so cold, and yet so cold, so wond'rous cold to me? The Nymph who now was set among [Page 19] Swains and Nymphs, a mer—ry Throng, with ma—ny Lo—vers by her Side, the me—lan—cho—ly Stre—phon spy'd; she rose and left the Crowd, and thus ac—costs the Swain a—loud: O Strephon! sure that Nymph, said she, must hap—py, ve—ry hap—py be, that can provoke, that can provoke such se—rious Thoughts in thee, that ca—n provoke such se—rious Thoughts in thee.

The WHET.

[...] WIne, Wine in a Morning makes us youthful and gay, like Wine, Wine in a Morning, &c. Eagles we soar in the Pride of the Day, Gouty Sots of the Night on—ly find a De- day; Gouty Sots of the Night on—ly find a De—cay. 'Tis the Sun ripes the Grape, and for Drin—king gives Light, we i—mi—tate him when by Noon we're at height; we i—mi—tate him when by Noon we're at height; they steal Wine, who take it when he's out of sight.

[...] AH Clo—rin-da! can't I move you, when you're Conscious that I love you! Can you, when so Fair, be Cruel, to re—turn me a De—ni—al! If you do not soon Re—lieve me, Fate will then de—prive you of me; and you'l ne—ver then re—co—ver, af—ter Death, your Breath-less Lover.

[...] DO—rin—da, since your Charms de—cline, in vain you bid me love you more; when Beau—ties cease to be Divine, 'tis I—do—li—zing to Adore: Your Eyes, that once with pow'rful In—flu—ence, loves richest Fruits pro—duc'd up—on my Heart; now with di vi-nest Light their Beams dispence, and fail to wound with all the helps of Art, with all the helps of Art.

[...] MUst I e—ver sigh in vain? Must I suf—fer endless Pain? Trembling at your Feet I languish, hear my Grief, oh see my Anguish! Must I e—ver sigh in vain? Must I suf—fer endless Pain? All my Actions shews I love you, oh, be kind! let Pi—ty move you! Must I e—ver sigh in vain? Must I suffer endless Pain.

[...] HOw sweet is the Air, and refreshing, comes over the Neighbouring Plain; this e—ver was coun—ted a Blessing, 'mongst o—ther Enjoyments or Swains: It swee—tens our Humours, which glide in our Veins, like Streams in the Channels, and sof—ten our Strains.

[...]How sweet is the Air, &c.

[...] Whilst we sing by a Fountain sur—roun—ded with Hills, and the gen—tle Nymphs Ec—cho's does keep up the Trills.

[...] Whilst we sing, &c.

[...] I Love, but dare not hope to be, the least belov'd a—gain; yet ne—ver well, but when I see the Ob—ject of my Pain: But I must ab—sent be for Years, yet languish for my Love; and my Desires must quench in Tears, 'till Death doth them remove.

[...] RE—turn, fair Princess of the blooming Year! For you we Lan—guish, and for you we Long; you heighten our Mirth, and en—li—ven our Song; you on—ly our drooping Spirits can chear: For you imprison'd Nature do Re- prieve, you all Crea—tures do Relieve; tho' their Pining, and Declining, you can Life and Vigour give; tho' their Pi-ning, and De—cli—ning, you can Life and Vigour give. Oh, the Joys that do attend you! Oh, the Charms that still commend you! [Page 27] For your Absence here we mourn; here we Languish, all in Anguish, 'till those happy Days return. Oh, the Joys that do attend you! Oh, the Charms that still commend you! Tho' we now are cold and fainting, tho' we're spi—rit—less and panting; if you visit once our Clime, then we'l Chant it, and Gal—lant it, and with joy adore your Shrine; then we'l Chant it, and Gal—lant it, and with joy a—dore your Shrine.

[...] UN—der a Shade in flow—ry June, I and dear Phillis lay; where we such Plea—sures did en—joy, no Tongue can e—ver say: She full of Charms, and I fast lock'd within her Arms, did Love, and Sigh, and Kiss the Time away.

[...] I Love, and am belov'd again, I care not who does know it; I am a constant faith—ful Swain, and be'nt asham'd to shew it: For since my Sylvia merits more, than Mortal Man can give her; I will e-ver her Adore, and ne—ver, ne—ver leave her.

[...] IN vain I strive against my Fate, to conquer all your Charming ways; which makes me love, when I shou'd hate, and wish with you to spend my Days: But, oh! if all my Fears are true, and you in—con-stant prove to me; I'd better dye than trou—ble you, and date my Ease from Mi—se—ry.

[...] WHen I see my Stre—phon Languish, with Love's migh—ty Cares opprest; when I see his Tears and An—guish, Pi—ty warms my stubborn Breast: [Page 31] Sighs so soft, and Tears so moving, who can see, and hold from Loving? Sighs so soft, and Tears so mo—ving, who can see, and ho— —ld from Loving?

[...] FIll, fill, fill the Boul with Ro—sie Wine, fill, fill the Boul with Ro—sie Wine, with Rosie Wine, a—rou—nd our Temples, a—rou—nd our Temples Roses twine; and let us chear—ful—ly a-while, and let us chear—ful—ly a-while, like the Wine and Roses smile, like the Wine and Ro—ses smile: Crown'd with Ro—ses, we contemn, Gy-ges wealthy Di—a—dem; crown'd with Roses, we contemn, Gy—ges wealthy Di-a-dem. To day is ours, to day is ours, [Page 33] what do we fear? What do we fear? To day is ours, what, what, what do we fear? To day is ours, is ours, we have it here; let's treat it, treat it kind—ly, that it may wish, at least with us to stay; let's treat it kind—ly, that it may wish, at least, with us to stay: Let's ba—nish Bus'ness, ba—nish Sorrow, to the Gods be—long to Morrow; let's ba—nish Bus'ness, ba—nish Sorrow, to the Gods be—long to Morrow.

[...]

[...] FIll, fill the Boul with Ro—sie Wine, fill, fill the Boul with Ro—sie Wine, the Boul with Ro—sie Wine, a—rou—nd our Temples Ro—ses twine; and let us chear—ful—ly a- while, like the Wine and Ro—ses smile, like the Wine and Roses smile: Crown'd with Ro—ses, we contemn, Gy—ges wealthy Di—a—dem; crown'd with Roses, we contemn, Gy—ges wealthy Di-a-dem. To day is ours, is ours, what do we fear? To day is ours, what do we fear? what, what do we fear? To day is ours, is ours, we have it here; let's treat it, treat it kindly, that it may wish, at least, with us to stay; let's treat it kind—ly, that it may wish, at least with us to stay: Let's banish Bus'ness, ba-nish Sorrow, to the Gods be- long to morrow; let's ba—nish Bus'ness, ba—nish Sorrow, to the Gods belong to Morrow.

[...] I Yield, I yield! Divine Al—thea, see! how prostrate at thy Feet I bow; fondly in love with my Cap-ti—vi—ty, so weak am I, so mighty thou: Not long a—go I cou'd de—fy, arm'd with Wine and Company, Beauty's whole Ar-til—le—ry. Quite vanquish'd now by thy mi-ra-cu-lous Charms, here fair Al-the—a! take my Arms; for sure, he cannot be of Humane Race, that can re—sist so bright, so sweet a Face.

[...] THe sweet Me—li—na's Eyes so wounds my Heart, that thence the Pains dif- fus'd thro' ev'—ry Part; and I no more can live, if she's un—kind, ye Gen—tle Pow'rs, let me some Pi—ty find! I at your Altar humbly tell my Grief, Oh let her, let her of—fer some Relief! Oh let her, let her of—fer some Relief! Did she but know my Love, she'd make me blest, such Love as mine might thaw a frozen Breast, much more Melina's, whose sweet Humour's such, that Pen nor Tongue can ne—ver Praise too much: Deal [Page 37] kindly with your poor un—hap—py Swain, let me not love, let me not beg in vain; let me not love, let me not beg in vain. I have more va—lue for her pleasing Smile, than the va—st Treasures of this Wealthy lsle; one gentle Look from fair Me—li—na's Eyes, I do much more than the rich In—dies prize; I do much more, much more, I do much more, much more than the rich In—dies prize; I do much more, much more than the rich In—dies prize. [Page 38] Ah charming Fair! 'tis Love for Love you owe, no greater Blessing I desire to know; my Love is fix'd, it never shall re—move, I'le be Me—li—na's Martyr, or her Love, or her Love; I'le be Me—li—na's, I'le be Me—li—na's Mar—tyr, or her Love. Yet shou'd Me—li—na cherish my De—sire, and blow my Dying Em—bers to a Fire; so bright, and so devout, that Flame shou'd be, as might appease an an—gry De—i—ty.

[...] HOw oft did Love assault young Strephon's Breast, yet in his Heart, in his Heart cou'd gain no In—te—rest? When thousand, thousand, thou—sand Beauties took the Field, when thousand Beau—ties took the Field, and made as ma—ny Lo—vers yield: He saw the Light, but selt no heat; he saw the Light, but felt no heat, with a—ll their Lambent Fire be—set. This great Success, this great Success, made the bold Youth despise, all the Charms, all the [Page 40] Charms, the Cha—rms, that cou'd from Beau—ty a—rise. Love highly in—cens'd in Am—bush does lye, to tame the proud Rebel that his Pow'r does de—ny; Love highly in—cens'd in Ambush does lye, to tame the proud Rebel that his Pow'r does de—ny, to tame the proud Rebel that his Pow'r does deny. And now the fa—tal Hour is come, wherein the Swain receives his Doom: He sees, he burns, he sighs, he dyes, slain by his Ce—lia's darting Eyes; for he that in great [Page 41] War prevails, oft in sin—gle Du-el fails. Happy is Strephon in this his true Passion, the Nymph on his Pain at length had compassion: In her soft Charms he en- joys such a Treasure, there's nothing that's Mortal can e—qual his Pleasure; in her soft Charms he en—joys such a Treasure, there's nothing that's Mortal can equal his Pleasure,

there's nothing that's Mortal can e—qual his Pleasure.

[...] FAir angry Nymph! this Pride is lost, this Scorn, these Frowns suc-cess—less are; when Thun—der, when Thun—der from the Cloud is toss'd, we grow de—vou—ter than we were; If Heav'n in Smiles were always drest, we shou'd neglect the Pow'r of Fate; Danger, and fear to be op—prest, 'tis that which makes De- votion great; Danger, and fear to be op—prest,'tis that which makes De-vo—tion great. Let your Eyes with Light'ning blast, let your Brow to Thunder turn; content, and pleas'd, I'le [Page 43] breath my last, and rather than not Love, I'le burn: Let your Eyes with Light'ning blast, let your Brow to Thunder turn; content, and pleas'd, I'le breath my last, and rather than not love, I'le burn. With Beauty, as with Heav'n, we find, the Zealous al—ways best succeed; Love, and the Gods, are still most kind, to those that for their Faith will bleed; still most kind, to those, to those that for their Faith will bleed.

[...] PHillis, I must needs confess, that I am sic—kle grown of late; and now to Ce—lia's Charms address, that Love, which yours did first cre—ate: Not that I think your Beau—ty less, than her's, who does my Heart possess, than her's, who does my Heart pos—sess; but 'tis the Will, the Will of Fate, but 'tis the Will, the Will of Fate.

A PASTORAL SONG.

[...] SInce the Spring comes on, and the teaming Earth, gives Plants and Flow'rs a kindly Birth; since all things in one great de—sign, of Gay—e—ty and Mirth com- bine, of Gay—e—ty and Mirth combine: Why shou'd not we as gay appear, and meet with joy t [...]e blooming Year, the bloo—ming Year? Why shou'd not we as gay ap—pear, and meet with joy, and meet with joy, the bloo— —ming Year, the bloo—ming Year? [Page 46] Come then to the Gods of the Hills, and the Lawns, the Sylvia's, the Satyrs, the Nymphs, and the Fawns; with all De-vo-ti-on we'l Altars erect, and sacrifice free-ly of what they protect, and sa—cri—fice freely of what they protect. To Flora first, an Off'ring of her own fragrant wreaths we'l bring; to Flora first, an Off'ring of her own fragrant wreaths we'l bring; and then for Pan, take from his Dam, some frisking Kid, or wanton Lamb; and then for Pan, take from his Dam, some frisking Kid, or wan—ton Lamb, some frisking Kid, or wanton Lamb. Nor shall it be the [Page 47] least of our Care, that Cupid, in all we perform, have a Share. A Tide of Love now fills our Veins, and o're all o—ther Pas—sions reigns; a Tide of Love now fills our Veins, and o're all o—ther Passions reigns. This therefore is the Season, the Amorous to en- joy, since Nature commands our Reason, our Dictates to obey: With Mirth, and Rural Innocence, each Shepherd does Ca—ress his Mate; none e're shall give, or take Offence, but Birds and Lambs will i—mi—tate.

A Tavern-Club Song.

A [...] SOme Wine Boys, some Wine, fill it up, fill it up, un—til it touch the edge of the Cup; we'l not al—ter our Pace, we'l not alter our Pace, nor put on a grave Face, but drink, drink ho, drink to the brim, to our better Acquaintance, to our better Acquaintance, here's to thee Tim: This Drink is rare, and somewhat Divine, thank Wilson and Holms, and Holms, that provides us such [Page 49] Wine: Then drink, drink ho, drink, then drink, drink ho, drink, and off with the Stoop, and still as we drink, and still as we drink, let us hollow and hoop. A—no-ther Health, a-no-ther Health, a Health, a Health to the Head of the Feast, and let him be happy, be happy, when Mil— —lons, when Mil—ons are turn'd in—to Clay.

[Page 48] B [...] Some Wine Boys, some Wine, fill it up, un—til it touch the edge of the Cup; we'l not alter our Pace, nor put on a grave Face, but drink, drink ho, to the Brim, to our better Acquaintance, to our better Acquaintance, here's to thee Tim: This Drink is rare, and somewhat Divine, thank Wilson and Holms, that provides us such [Page 49] Then drink, drink ho, drink, and off with the Stoop, and still as we drink, let us hollow and hoop. A—no-ther Health, a Health, a Health to the Head of the Feast, and let him be happy, be happy, when Millons, w ⁿ Mil— —lons, when Mil—lons are turn'd in—to Clay.

[Page 48] C [...] [Page 49] [...]

[...] WHen first A—min—tas su'd for a Kiss, my innocent Heart was tender; that tho' I push'd him a—way from the Bliss, my Eyes declar'd my Heart was won; I fain an artful Coyness wou'd use, before I the Fort did surrender: But Love wou'd suffer no more such Abuse, and soon, a-las! my Cheat was known. He'd sit all day, and laugh and play, a thousand pret—ty things wou'd say; my Hand he'd squeese, and press my Knees, 'till far-ther on he got by degrees.

[...] NO Be—ing is exempt from Love, why then a fault in me? From ev'—ry In—sect, up to Jove, they love, and yet are free: Nature no stricter. Law design'd, than what our Passions make; the Gods left Na—ture un-con-fin'd, that we might freedom take. Then why, too cru—el Law! a Slave must Vertuous Women be? 'Tis on—ly Vertuous to be brave, to love, to love at li—ber—ty.

[...] FIll me a Boul, a migh—ty Boul, large as my ca—pa-cious Soul; fill me a Boul, a migh—ty Boul, large as my ca-pa-cious Soul: Vast as my Thirst is, let it have depth enough, to be my Grave; I mean, the Grave of all my Care, for I de—sign to bu—ry't there. Fill me a Boul, a mighty Boul, large as my ca- pacious Soul; fill me a Boul, a migh—ty Boul, large as my ca—pa—cious Soul; Let it of Silver fashion'd be, worthy of Wine, worthy of me; wor—thy to a- [Page 53] dorn the Spheres, as that bright Cup a—mongst the Stars. Fill me a Boul, a migh—ty Boul, large as my ca—pa cious Soul; fill me a Boul, a mighty Boul, large as my capacious Soul.

[...] COme all ye pale Lo—vers that sigh and complain, while your beau-ti—ful Tyrants but laugh at your Pain; come practice with me, to be hap-py and free, in spite of Inconstancy, Pride, or Disdain: I behold, and I love, and the Bliss I en—joy, no Rival can lessen, or En—vy destroy.

[...] I'Le sing of Hero's, and of Kings, in mighty Numbers, mighty Things; be- gin, my Muse! but lo! the Strings to my great Song re—bel—lious prove, the Strings will sound of nought but Love,

the Strings will sound of nought but Love. I broke them all, and put on new, 'tis this, or nothing sure will do; These sure, said I, will me o—bey, these sure He—ro—ick Notes will play: Strait I be—gan with Thun—dring Jove, and all th'Im—mor—tal Pow'rs but Love. [Page 55] Love smil'd, and from my'nfeebled Lyre, came gentle Ayres, such as inspire melting Love, and soft De—sire; fare—wel then He—ro's, fare—wel Kings, and mighty Numbers, mighty Things, Love tunes my Heart, Love tunes my Heart, just to my Strings.

A [...] Fare—wel then Hero's, fare—wel Kings, and mighty Numbers, mighty, mighty Things, Lo— —ve tunes my Heart, my Heart, just to my Strings,

Love tunes my Heart, my Heart, just to my Strings.

T [...] Fare—wel then Hero's, farewel Kings, and mighty Numbers, mighty, migh—ty Things, Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings,

Love tunes my Heart just to my Strings.

B [...] Fare—wel then Hero's, then fare-wel Kings, & mighty Numbers, mighty Things, Lo— —ve tunes my Heart, my Heart, just to my Strings,

Love tunes my Heart, my Heart, just to my Strings.

[...] STrephon was young, un—us'd to love, at first with Fears possest; but he for Conquest on 'em strove, and was with Conquest blest: So th'untry'd Captain in the Field, well pleas'd at first to fly; when warm'd a little, scorns to yield, but there resolves to dye.

Solitude, A Ground:

[...] OH So-li-tude! my swee—test Choice! Oh So-li-tude! Oh So-li-tude! my swee—test, sweetest Choice! Places de—vo—ted to the Night, remote from Tumult, and from Noise, how ye my Rest—less Thoughts delight! Oh So—li—tude! Oh So—li—tude! my swee—test, sweetest Choice! Oh Heavens! what Con—tent is mine, to see those Trees, which have appear'd, from the Na- [Page 58] ti-vi-ty of Time; and, which all A—ges have remitt'd, to look to day as fresh and green, to look to day as fresh and green, as when their Beauties first were seen? Oh! Oh how a—gree—a—ble a Sight these hanging Mountains do ap- pear, which th'unhappy would invite, to fi—nish all their Sorrows here; when their hard, their hard Fate makes them endure, such Woes, such Woes, as on—ly Death can Cure. Oh! Oh how I So—li—tude Adore! Oh! Oh how I [Page 59] So—li—tude A—dore, that E—le—ment of no—blest Wit, where I have learn'd, where I have learn'd A-pol—lo's love, without the pains, the pains, to stu—dy it: For thy sake I in love am grown, with what thy fan—cy, thy fancy, does pursue; but when I think upon my own, I hate it, I hate it, for that reason too; because it needs must hinder me, from seeing, from seeing, and from serving thee. Oh So—li—tude! Oh how I So—li—tude Adore!

A Song on a Ground;

[...] CEase, anxious World, your fruit—less Pain; cease, cease, cease, anxious World, your fruit—less Pain, to gra—sp for-bid-den Store; your stu-dy'd La—bours shall prove vain, your Al—chy—my unblest; whilst Seeds of far more pre—cious Ore, are ripen'd, are ripen'd in my Breast: My Breast, the Forge of hap—pi—er Love, where my Lu—cin—da, my Lu—cin—da lies; and the rich Stock does so improve, as she her Art employs; that ev'—ry Smile and Touch she [Page 61] gives, turns all to Golden Joys. Since then we can such Treasures raise, let's no Expence re- fuse; in love let's lay out all our Days, how can we e're be Poor? How can we e're be Poor? How can we e're be Poor, when ev'-ry Blessing that we use, begets a thousand more? When ev'ry Blessing that we use, be—gets a thousand more?

When ev'ry Blessing that we use, begets a thousand more.

[...] AMidst the Shades, and cool re-fre-shing Streams, where Lovers ease their panting Hearts in Dreams, poor Damon lay; his Grief, his Grief, so sad—ly printed in his Face, his Looks disturb'd the Pleasures of the place: In hol—low Notes he sung his wretched Fate, his hopeless Love, and his A—min-ta's Hate; the trem—bling Birds about him throng, li—sten, and murmur at his Song, which hinder'd their sweet Strains so long, which hinder'd their sweet Strains so long. But streight with charming [Page 63] Notes, they stretch their war—bling Throats; and all with one Consent and Voice, invite the Shepherd to rejoyce: But streight with charming Notes, they stretch their war—bling Throats; and all with one Consent and Voice, in—vite the Shepherd to re- joyce, in—vite the Shepherd to rejoyce. But what can his sad Soul inspire, his Heart so much by Grief opprest? A Sigh (alas!) breaks from his Breast, which frights the harm—less Birds, and damps the chear—ful Quire.

[...] HOw I have serv'd, how just or true, I need appeal to none but you; for all my Thoughts from you took Birth, my sole Di-vi—ni—ty on Earth: Nor does a Wish, which upward flies, petition from Heav'ns Deities, ought but to fall your much-lov'd Sa-cri- fice. When Tongue griev'd, Accents can no more impart, and Sighs lament ex—piring Heart; when Anguish'd Soul in strong Convulsion lyes, and rapid Tears o'reflowing melting Eyes; then, then Cla—ri—a—na, you'l find, and grieve, a fleeting Life no Pow'r can retrieve; nor [Page 65] gain, from Fare, a Mo—ment of Reprieve.

A [...] So gent—ly glide my Soul, that thou may'st be, tran—sla—ted to E—ter—ni- ty, to meet those Joys for faithful Loves as—sign [...]d; with fall swoln Bliss, and knotty Cares unbind, and leave the Torments of the World behind.

M [...] So gent—ly glide my Soul, that thou may'st be, tran—sla—ted to E—ter—ni- ty, to meet those Joys for faithful Loves assign'd; with full swoln Bliss, and knotty Cares, and knotty Cares unbind, and leave the Torments of the World behind.

B [...] So gent—ly glide my Soul, that thou may'st be, translated to E—ter—ni- ty, to meet those Joys for faithful Loves assign'd; with full swoln Bliss, and knotty Cares, and knotty Cares unbind, and leave the Torments of the World behind.

C [...]

[...] I Little thought, thou fond ingrateful Sin! when first I let thee in, and gave thee but a part in my un—wa—ry Heart; I lit—tle thought, that thou would'st e're have grown, so false, or strong, to make it all thine own: At mine own Breast, with care I fed thee still, letting thee suck thy fill; and dain-ti-ly I nourish'd thee, with i-dle Thoughts, and Poetry! What ill Returns dost thou al- low? I sed thee then, and thou, thou dost starve me now. There was a [Page 67] time, when thou wast cold and chill, nor hadst the pow'r of doing ill; in-to my Bosom did I take, this fro—zen and be-num-ed Snake, not fearing from it a—ny harm; but now it stings that Breast which made it warm. What cursed Weed's this Love! But one Grain sow, and the whole Field 'twill o—ver-grow; straight will it choak up, and de- vour, each whol—som Herb,

each wholsom Herb, and beauteous Flow'r! Nay, unless something soon I do, 'twill kill, I fear, 'twill kill, I fear, my ve—ry Laurel [Page 68] too. But now all's gone, I now, a—las! I now, a—las! com- plain, declare, protest, and threat in vain; since by my own un—forc'd Con- sent, the Traytor has my Go—vern—ment, and is so set—tl'd in the Throne, that 'twere Re—bel—lion now, 'twere Re—bel—lion now, to claim mine own.

A [...] IN some kind Dream up—on her Slumbers steal, and to Lu- cyn—da, all I beg, re—veal; breath gent—lest Words in—to her Ears, words full of Love, words full of Love, but full of Fears; such words as may prevail, like Pray'rs from a poor dy—ing Martyr's tongue, from a poor dy—ing Martyr's [Page 70] Tongue, by the sweet Voice of Pi—ty sung. Touch, touch with the Voice the more in—chan—ting Lute, touch with the Voice the more in- chan—ting Lute, to make the Charms strike, strike all Re—pul—ses mute: These may in—sen—si—bly impart, these may in- [Page 71] sen—si—bly impart, my tender Wishes to her Heart, and by a sym-pa—the-tick force, so tune its Strings to Love's Discourse; that when my Griefs com—pell a Groan,

her Sighs may Ec—cho, Ec—cho to my Moan.

[Page 69] B [...] In some kind Dream up—on her Slumbers steal, and to Lu- cyn—da, all I beg, re—veal; breath gent—lest Words in—to her Ears, words full of Love, full of Love, full of Love, but full of Fears; such words as may prevail, like Pray'rs from a poor dying Martyr's tongue, from a poor dying Martyr's, Martyr's to gue, by the [Page 70] sweet Voice of Pi—ty sung, of Pi—ty sung. Touch, touch with the Voice, touch with the Voice the more in—chan—ting Late, the more in—chan—ting Lute, to make the Charms strike, strike all Re—pul—ses mute: These may in-sen—si—bly impart, these may in—sen—si—bly im- [Page 71] part, my ten—der Wishes, tender Wishes to her Heart, and by a sym-pa-the-tick force, so tune its Strings to Love's Discourse; that when my Griefs com—pell a Groan,

her Sighs may Ec—cho, Ec—cho to my Moan.

[Page 69] C [...] [Page 70] [...] [Page 71] [...]

A [...] WHen I drink, my Heart is possest, my Heart is pos- seft, with a Joy that slides through my Breast; my Thoughts and my Fancy grow fir'd by the Wine, not the Mu—ses inspir'd; my Cares grow becalm'd when I drink, my Cares grow becalm'd when I drink, and down, down with the Stream, they all sink; and [Page 73] dow—n, down, down, down, down with the Stream, they all sink, and dow—n, down, down, down, down with the Stream, they all sink.

The God I enjoy with the Wine, and my Humour grows more Di—vine; like Bacchus, with fresh Ro—ses crown'd, with [Page 74] fresh Ro—ses crown'd, the fragrant O—dours stea—ling rou—nd: Thus, thus I tri—umph a—bove all Strife, thus I tri—umph, and sing the sweetness of this Life,

and sing the sweet- ness of this Life. When I drink with Glasses full charg'd, my Spirits grow [Page 75] free, and en—lar—g'd; when I drink, my Spirits grow free, and en- larg'd, grow free and en—larg'd. Among Troops of Beauties I play, and rais'd a—bove thoughts of De—cay, and rais'd a—bove thoughts of De- cay. When I drink, I sing the soft Charms of Ve—nus, and clasp in my Arms my [Page 76] Mistress, who then seems to me a Goddess too, as bright as she; who then seems to me a Goddess too, as bright as she. When I drink, when I drink, th'ad- vantage I find, from Trou—bles, from Troubles, to shelter my Mind; this, this is the Blessing alone, this, this is the Bles—sing a—lone, that we that live can call our [Page 77] own. You that seek more, tell me but why, tell me, tell me but why, since all a—like must one day dye; all, all, all a—like must one day dye? You that seek more, tell me but why, since all alike must one day dye; all, all, all, all alike must one day dye; all, all, all, all alike must one day dye.

[Page 72] B [...] When I drink, my Heart is possest, with a Joy that slides through my Breast; my Thoughts and my Fancy grow fir'd, fir'd by the Wine, not the Muses inspir'd; my Cares grow becalm'd when I drink, my Cares grow be- calm'd when I drink, and down, down, down with the Stream, they all sink; my [Page 73] Cares grow becalm'd when I drink, and dow—n, down with the Stream, they all sink: my Cares grow becalm'd when I drink, and down, down with the Stream, they all sink. The God I enjoy with the Wine, & my Humour grows more Di—vine; like Bacchus, with [Page 74] fresh Ro—ses crown'd, the fragrant O—dours stealing rou—nd, stealing round: Thus, thus I tri—umph, I tri—umph, I triumph a—bove all Strife, and sing the sweetness of this Life,

and sing the sweet- ness of this Life.

When I drink with Glasses full charg'd my Spirits grow [Page 75] free, and en—lar—g'd; when I drink, my Spirits grow free, and en- larg'd, grow free, and en—lar—g'd. Among troops of Beauties I play, and rais'd above thoughts of Decay, and rais'd a—bove thoughts of De- cay. When I drink, I sing the soft Charms of Ve—nus, and clasp in my Arms my [Page 76] Mistress, who then seems to me a Goddess too, as bright as she; who then seems to me a Goddess too, as bright as she.

When I drink, when I drink, th'ad- vantage I find, from Trou—bles, to shelter my Mind; this, this is the Blessing a—lone, this, this is the Blessing alone, that we that live can call our [Page 77] own. You that seek more, tell me but why, tell me but why, since all a—like must one day dye, since all a—like, all, all a—like must one day dye; all, all, all a—like, all, all a—like, all alike must one day dye; since all a- like, all, all a—like must one day dye; since all a—like, all, all alike must one day dye.

C [...] [Page 72] [...] [Page 73] [...] [Page 74] [...] [Page 75] [...] [Page 76] [...] [Page 77] [...]

A Dialogue. Thirsis and Dorinda.

Altus. [...] WHen Death shall part us from these Kids, and shut up our di—vi—ded Lids, Tell me, Thirsis, prethee do! whither thou and I shall go?

Baſſus. [...] To the E—li—zium.

A [...] Oh! where is't?

B [...] A chast Soul can never miss't.

A [...] I know no way but one, our Home: Is our Cell E—li—zium?

B [...]Turn thine Eye to yonder Sky, there the Milky-way doth lye; 'tis a sure, but rugged way, that leads to E—ver-la-sting Day:

A [...] There Birds may nest, but how shall I, that have no Wings, and can not fly!

B [...] Do not sigh, fair Nymph, for Fire has no [Page 79] Wings, yet doth aspire, 'till it hit against the Pole; Heav'ns the Cen—ter of the Soul.

A [...] But in Elizium, how do they pass E—ter—ni—ty away?

B [...] Oh! there is neither Hope, nor Fear; there is no Woolf, nor Fox, nor Bear; no need of Dog to fetch our Stray, our Lightfoot we may give away: No Oat-pipe needful, There thy Ears may sleep, with Musick of the Sphears.

A [...] Oh sweet! Oh sweet! how I my future State, by silent thinking, antedate! I prethee, let us spend our time to come in [Page 80] talking of E—li—zi—um.

B [...] Then I'le go on. There Sheep are full of sweetest Grass, and softest Wool: There Birds sing Consort, Garlands grow; cool Winds do whisper, Springs do flow: There always is a ri—sing Sun, and Day is e—ver but begun: Shepherds there bear e—qual sway, and ev'ry Nymph's a Queen of May.

A [...] Ah me! Ah me!

B [...] Do-rin-da! why dost cry?

A [...] I'm sick, I'm sick, and fain wou'd dye! Convince me now, that this is [Page 81] true, by bidding with me all adieu.

B [...] I cannot live without thee, I, I'le for thee, much more with thee dye.

A [...] Then let us give Clo-ril-lo charge o'th' Sheep, and thou and I'le pick Poppies, and them steep in Wine, and drink on't e—ven 'till we weep, 'till we weep; so shall we smoothly pass a—way, a—way, a—way, a—way in Sleep.

B [...] Then let us give Clo-ril-lo charge o'th' Sheep, and thou and I'le pick Poppies, and them steep in Wine, and drink on't e-ven 'till we weep, we weep; so shall we smoothly pass a—way, a—way, a—way, a—way, a—way in Sleep.

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A [...] GO, perjur'd Man, and if thou e're re—turn; go perjur'd Man, and if thou e'—re return, to see the small Re-main-der of my Urn; and if thou e're re—turn, re—turn, re—turn, to see, to see the small re—main—der of my Urn. When thou shalt laugh, shalt lau—gh at my Re—li—gious Dust, and ask where's now, [Page 83] where's now the colour, form, and trust of Woman's Beauty? And per- haps with rude, with rude hands, perhaps with rude hands, rifle the Flours w ^ch the Virgins stru'd. Know I've pray'd to Pi—ty, that the Wind may blow my Ashes up; know I've pray'd to Pi—ty, that the Wind may blow my Ashes up, may blow my A—shes up, and strike thee blind.

[Page 82] B [...] Go perjur'd Man, and if thou e're re—turn; go, perjur'd Man, and if thou e're return, and if thou e're re—turn, to see the small remainder of my Urn; and if thou e're re—turn, re—turn, to see, to see the small re—main—der of my Urn. When thou shalt laugh, shalt lau—gh at my Re—li—gious Dust, and ask where's now the [Page 83] co—lour, form, and trust of Woman's Beauty? And perhaps with rude hands, with rude hands, and perhaps with rude hands, ri— [...]le the Flours w ^ch the Virgins strewd. Know [...]ve pray'd to Pi—ty, that the Wind may blow my A—shes up; Know I've pray'd to Pi—ty, that the Wind may blow my A—shes up, and strike thee blind; that the Wind may blow my A—shes up, and strike thee blind.

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The Song in Madam Bhen's Last new Play, sung by Mr. Bowman.

[...] O Love, that stronger art than Wine! Pleasing De—lu—sion, Witchery Divine; wont to be priz'd above all Wealth, Disease that ha—s more Joys than Health: Tho' we blaspheme thee in our Pain, and of thy Ty-ran-ny complain, we all are better'd by thy Reign, we all are better'd by thy Reign; what Reason ne— —ver can bestow, we to this useful Passion owe. Love wakes the Dull from sluggish Ease, and learns a Clown the Art to please; humbles the Vain, kindles the Cold, makes Misers free, and Cowards bold: 'Tis he reforms the Set from Drink, and teaches [Page 85] Airy Fops to think; 'tis he reforms the Sot from Drink, and teaches Ai—ry Fops to think. When full brute Ap—pe—tite is fed, and choak'd the Glutton lyes, and dead; thou new Spirit dost dispence, and fi—ne, the gross de— ligh—ts of Sence; Virtue's un-conqu'-ra-ble Aid, that against Nature can per- swade; and make a Ro—ving Mind retire, with—in the Bounds of just De—sire; Chearer of Age, Youth's kind unrest, and half the Heav'n of the blest, and half the Heav'n of the blest.

A Dialogue. Love and Despair.

[...] HEnce, fond De-cei—ver! hence, be gone! hence, and some te-mer Captive find; since Hope, thy best Companion's flo—wn away, why ling—'rest thou behind? Naked at first, and blind thou wert, 'till blinder I allow'd thee part, in my un-wa—ry hospi- ta—ble Heart; but now thou'rt so un—ru—ly grown, you needs will make it all your own, and in my vanquish'd Breast will Ty—ra-nize alone.

[...] Cease, cease, poor mis- taken Wretch! and know I'le seck some braver nobler Breast; to some more gen'rous Heart I'le go, that will not blush to own its Guest; blind tho' I was, my aim was sure, yet won't thy [Page 87] coward Heart endure the hap—py wound, nor wait, nor wait the happier cure?

[...] Too long have I en—dur'd the wound, too long indulg'd the ra—ging Pain; 'till I by sad experience found, the wound too sure, the cure too vain: Then mighty Love, for such thou art, withdraw thy fa—tal certain Dart, or else to both a mutual Flame impart, and warm Do- rin—da's Breast, as thou hast fir'd my Heart.

[...] If then thou would'st vi—cto—rious prove, and with success thy Wishes crown, with bold as—su-rance speak thy Love, and make thy gen'—rous Passion known; when Beauty calls, to whine and dye, is Cowardice, not [Page 88] Modesty: You by pale asking teach her to deny; and by your faint pursuit, encourage her to fly.

A [...] In vain, in vain, fond Lovers, in vain, of your Phil-lis's Scorn you complain; in vain do you talk, in vain do you talk, of Darts, and of Fire, sigh, languish, la—ment, and ex- pire, since the Nymph dares not grant what you dare not desire: Whilst the brisk ea—ger Lover at his Prey bold—ly flyes, and takes the glad Captive, and takes the glad Captive by wel—com surprize.

B [...] In vain, in vain, fond Lovers, in vain, of your Phil-lis's Scorn you complain; in vain do you talk, in vain, of Darts, and of Fire, sigh, lan—guish, la—ment, and ex- pire, since the Nymph dares not grant what you dare not desire: Whilst the brisk ea—ger Lover at his Prey bold—ly flyes, and takes the glad Captive, and takes the glad Captive by wel—com surprize.

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