[...] HOw sweet are the youthful Adventures of Love! What pretty kind Sympathies mu╌tual╌ly move! How in a╌mo╌rous Mu╌sick they each play their Parts, and make in their Minds a trans╌fu╌sion of Hearts! Yet as strange, and as va╌rious Pow'╌rs they have, when from Frowns, Sighs, and Smiles, is Bliss, and a Grave.

[...] A Gen╌tle Breeze from the La╌vi╌nian Sea, was gli╌╌ding o're the Coast of Si╌ci╌ly; when lull'd with soft Repose, a Pro╌strate made, u╌pon her bended Arm had rais'd her Head: Her Soul was all tranquil and smooth with Rest, like the har╌mo╌nious Slumbers of the Blest; wrapp'd up in si╌lence, in╌no╌cent she lay, and press'd the Flow'rs with touch as soft as they.

[...] I Lov'd you dearly once, 'tis true, but now thank Heav'n I'm free; and as my love was scorn'd by you, so you are now by me: In vain you do ex╌pose your Charms, my Heart for to surprise; which is prepar'd for all A╌larms, and can with╌stand your Eyes.

[...] BY what I've seen, I am un╌done, and would no longer By what I've seen, &c. live; Strephon, Be╌lin╌da's Heart has won, the Prize I saw her give: Or if be╌fore her Heart was his, she gave it o're a╌gain; she unconcern'd re╌ceiv'd the Bliss, I lan╌guish to ob╌tain. I lan╌guish to ob╌tain.

[...] TWas Night, and all the Vil╌lage wrap'd in Sleep, when Grief lay hush'd, and Sor╌row could not weep; ev'n proud Am╌bi╌tion too in qui╌et lay, and peaceful Rest did all the World survey: On╌ly young Phi╌le╌mon, whose sad Despair kept him a╌wake, and tor╌tur'd him with Care; as he up╌on a River's Bank was laid, and thus the me╌lan╌cho╌ly Shepherd said: Break, foo╌lish Heart, and grieve no more, thy Sorrows, Sorrows, are in vain; they [Page 6] [...] ne╌ver can thy Joys restore, but serve to feed, to feed, thy Pain: Those Friends, who when thy Fortune shone, were al╌ways cour╌ting thee, now thou art poor, do thee disown, and scorn, and scorn, thy Com╌pa╌ny, and scorn thy Com╌pa╌ny. Friendship is now be╌come a Trade, by Fortune bought, by Fortune bought, and sold; a mere Self╌in╌te╌rest is made, mo╌no╌po╌liz'd, mo╌no╌po╌liz'd by Gold: Death is the on╌ly cer╌tain Friend, for all the World, the World's a Cheat; [Page 7] [...] and he thy Mi╌se╌ries will end, tho' they, tho' they be ne're so great. Then farewel World, and worldly Joys, false Hope; false Hope, and vain Desires; which Reason blinds, and Sense de╌stroys, and on╌ly Pride, and on╌ly Pride, in╌spires. Since Virtue, Truth, and Ho╌ne╌sty, are flown, and none but Fortune's Fools are in re╌quest; no more I will my wret╌ched Fate bemoan, but on this Bank con╌ten╌ted e╌ver rest.

[...] WHen Mony has done what e're it can, and round about run to pleasure a Man, whose Life's but a span; with worldly Joys, and the glitt'ring Toys, which do make such a noise, as confound all advice, that's given by the Wise, and in a trice, reduce the Wretch to Mise╌ries, and there do leave him. Then the World which be╌fore for his Store did a╌dore him, streight seems afraid of one decay'd, and him upbraid of the Wealth, with each by's Trade, did be╌fore de╌ceive him; but when the Mor╌tal sees his own un╌ [Page 9] [...] do╌ing, finds his Acquaintance and Friends are all a go╌ing, then he sighs and moans, and then he pines and groans; at last he craves, his Friends deny, at w ^ch he raves, and swears, he'l dye, and thus he cries, He ne're was wise, un╌til in Mi╌se╌ry he dyes; and thus the wretched Spendthrift lyes, fare him well for evermore, Amen.

[...] HEre, here's to thee Dick, this whi╌ning Love de╌Ere, here's to thee Dick, here, here's to thee spise; here, here's to thee Dick, this whining, whining Love despise; Dick, this whi╌ning Love despise, this whining, whi╌ning Love despise; pledge me, pledge me, my Friend, here, here's to thee Dick, pledge me, and drink, drink, till thou be'st pledge me, here's to thee Dick, pledge me, my Friend, pledge me, and drink, drink, till thou be'st wise: It sparkles brigh╌ter far than she, 'tis pure, 'tis pure, and right, without de╌wise: It sparkles brigh╌ter far than she, 'tis pure, 'tis pure, and right, without de╌ceit, [Page 11] [...] and such, such, no Woman e're will be, no, no, no, they're all so╌ceit; and such, such, no Woman e're will be, no, no, they're all so╌phisticate, they're all, all, all, so╌phi╌sti╌cate. With all thy servile pains, what phisticate, they're all, all, all, so╌phi╌sti╌cate. With all thy servile can'st thou win, with all thy servile pains, what can'st, what can'st, thou win, but an ill favour'd, pains, what can'st thou win, with all thy servile pains, what can'st thou win, but an ill favour'd, and un╌clean╌ly Sin? A thing, a thing, so vile, and so short╌liv'd, that Venus Joys, as and un╌clean╌ly Sin? A thing so vile, so vile, and so short╌liv'd, that Ve╌nus Joys, as [Page 12] [...] well as she, with reason may be said to be, from the neg╌le╌cted Foam deriv'd. well as she, with reason may be said to be, from the neg╌le╌cted Foam deriv'd. Follies they have, so numberless, in store, that on╌ly he who loves them can have more; Follies they have, so num╌ber╌less, in store, that on╌ly he who loves them can have more; neither their Sigh╌s, nor Tears, are true, those id╌ly blow, these id╌ly fall; neither their Sigh╌s, nor Tears, are true, neither their Sigh╌s, nor Tears, are true, neither their Sigh╌s, nor Tears, are true, nothing like, nothing like to ours at those id╌ly blow, these id╌ly fall; nothing like, nothing like to ours at [Page 13] [...] all, but Sighs and Tears, but Sighs and Tears, have Sex╌es too. Here's to thee a╌all, but Sighs and Tears, but Sighs and Tears, have Sex╌es too. Here's gain, here's to thee a╌gain, thy senseless Sor╌rows drown'd; here's to thee, thy to thee a╌gain, here's to thee a╌gain, thy senseless Sorrows drown'd, thy sense╌less Sor╌rows drown'd, let the Glass walk, 'till all things too go sense╌less Sor╌rows drown'd, let the rou╌nd, 'till all things too go rou╌Glass walk, 'till all things too go rou╌nd, 'till [Page 14] [...] ╌nd, 'till all things too go round: Again, again, again, again, 'till these two Lights be all, all things too go round: Again, again, again, again, 'till these two Lights be four, no Er╌ror here can dan╌ge╌rous prove; thy Passion Man deceiv'd thee more, none four, no Er╌ror here can dan╌ge╌rous prove; thy Passion Man deceiv'd thee more, none dou—ble see, like Men in love; none dou—ble see, none dou—ble dou—ble see, none dou—ble see, like Men in love; none dou—ble see, like Men in love. see, like Men in love.

[...] THis trou╌ble╌som Journey of Life I've be╌gun, and I know ve╌ry CHORUS. well how far I have run, but a╌las! cannot tell how soon 'twill be done. Then farewell to Then Care, to Care, then farewell to Care, Fear, Sorrow, and Trouble, and Love that makes all o╌ther farewell to Care, then farewell to Care, Fear, Sorrow, and Trouble, and Love that makes all other Mi╌se╌ries double, for I'le make the best and the most of this Bubble. Give me but in quiet a Mi╌se╌ries double, for I'le make the best and the most of this Bubble. competent Wealth, and sometimes in private an a╌mo╌rous Stealth, with a Friend and a CHORUS as before. Bottle to drink the King's Health.

[...] PRetty Ar╌me╌da will be kind, when at her Feet you prostrate lye; no cru╌el Looks was e're design'd, to dwell with╌in her charming Eye: Gaze on her Face, and ev'ry Part, that is ex╌po╌sed to your view; you'l presently conclude her Heart to be so soft, 'twill yield to you.

[...] THis Poet si╌ngs the Tro╌jan Wars, a╌no╌ther of the Theban jarrs, in rat╌ling Numbers, in rat╌╌ling Numbers, Verse that da╌res; this Poet si╌ngs the Tro╌jan Wars, a╌no╌ther of the The╌ban jarrs, in rat╌ling Numbers, in rat╌ling Numbers, Verse that dares. Whil'st I in soft and hum╌ble Verse, my [Page 18] [...] own, my own cap╌ti╌vi╌ties rehearse; whil'st I in soft; in so╌ft, and hum╌ble Verse, my ow╌n Cap╌ti╌vi╌ties rehearse; I sing my own Defeats, which are not the Events of Common War; I sing my own De╌feats, which are not the Events of Common War, which are not the Events of Common War: Not Fleets at Sea have vanquish'd me, nor Brigadeers, nor Cavalry, nor Ranks and Files, nor Ranks and Files, of In╌fan╌try; not Fleets at Sea have [Page 19] [...] vanquish'd me, nor Bri╌ga╌deers, nor Ca╌val╌ry, nor Ranks and Files, nor Ranks and Files, of In╌fan╌try: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, A╌na╌cre╌on still de╌fies, all, all, your Ar╌til╌le╌ry Companies; save those encamp'd in kil╌ling, kil╌ling Eyes, each Dart his Mistress shoots, he dyes, each Dart his Mistress shoots, he dyes.

[...] SUm up all the Delights, sum up all, all, sum up all the Delights the World does produce, the darling Allurements now chiefly in use; you'l find, when compar'd, there's none can contend, with the so╌lid Enjoyment of Bot╌tle and Friend: For Honour, or Wealth, or Beauty, may waste, those Joys often fade, but rarely do last; they're so hard to at╌tain, and so ea╌si╌ly lost, that the Pleasure ne're an╌swers the Trouble and Cost. None like Wine, none like Wine, and true Friendship, are lasting and sure, from Jealousie free, and from En╌vy secure; then fill up the Glasses until they run o're, a Friend and good Wine are the Charms we a╌dore.

[...] NOw, now we are met, and Humours agree, call, call for Wine, and lose no Time, but let's merry be; fill, fill it about to me, let it come, fill the Glass to the top, I'le drink ev'ry drop, Su╌per╌na╌cu╌lum: A Health to the King, round, round, let it pass, fill it up, and then drink it off like Men, never baulk your Glass.

[...] I Saw the Lass whom dear I lov'd, long sigh╌ing, and complai╌ning; while me she shunn'd and dis╌ap╌prov'd, a╌no╌ther en╌ter╌tai╌ning: Her Hand, her Lip, to him were free, no fa╌vour she re╌fus'd him; judge how unkind she was to me, while she so kind╌ly us'd him!

[...] OH how sweetly Love invites! How transporting his Delights! A thousand Joys a╌bout him skip, a thousand Cu╌pids on one Lip; his Chains are Love╌knots, that doth tye, com╌bi╌ning Souls by sym╌pa╌thy: Ri╌go╌rous Torments he makes ea╌sie, and despairs him╌self to please ye. Ev'╌ry Sigh a Pleasure moves, like the Groans of kis╌sing Doves; ev'╌ry Sigh a Pleasure moves, like the Groans of kissing Doves.

[...] YE Gods, you gave to me a Wife, out of your wonted favour, to be the Com╌fort of my Life, and I was glad to have her: But if your Provi╌dence divine, for something else de╌sign her; t'obey your will at a╌ny time, I'm rea╌dy to resign her.

[...] TEll, tell me, why your Face dis╌clo╌ses flaming Blushes, when I say, Thour't young as A╌pril, fresh as May, and sweet as June's first budding Roses? Why when I but name my Passion, should the Lil╌lies dis╌ap╌pear? Why takes the Blood such quick pos╌ses╌sion, planting bright Car╌na╌tions there?

[...] AH! how sweet it is to Reign! how delightful 'tis to see the begging Eye, and bended Knee! to hear the Gilded Palace ring, with Praises of the King! Kings are Gods, and from the lofty Throne, on all the rest of Men look down, all bow to them, but they submit to none; with Frowns they kill, and with a Smile more ravishing Delights they move, than all the fading Sweets of Love. Pleasure, and Treasure, and Beauty, are theirs, to sweeten their Cares; all Nature gives, or Art can find, to please the Sense, and ease the Mind; the Gods for Monarchs did ordain, ah, how sweet it is to Reign!

[...] WHen Beauty, arm'd with smiling Eyes, and in betraying Features drest; for wand'ring Hearts in Am╌bush lyes, she beats the Valiant, cheats the Wise, and gains a Throne in ev'╌ry Breast: To so ma╌ny bright forms she al╌ters her shape, no God, nor no He╌ro, can e╌ver escape. Who pleasing Looks, and Mirth, disdain, she wounds with more Ma╌je╌stick Art; and where the haughty Men prove vain, such Pear╌ly show'rs of Tears she'l rain, as can dis╌solve the hardest Heart: So [Page 27] [...] deep is her Cunning, so sweet is her Stroke, that all must be subject to Beauties soft Yoke. But, ah! how sweet 'tis to possess, the secret Wishes Beauty move; the Joys no Language can ex╌press, nor a╌ny wretched Mor╌tals guess, that has not try'd suc╌cess╌ful Love. Such Raptures of Pleasure from Beauty proceed, that none but True Lovers are happy indeed.

[...] WHY should short╌liv'd Mortals strive to gain, gilded Cares, and glorious Pain? 'Tis not Pow'r's bound—less sway, nor all the Guards that wait up—on a [...] [...]glitt'ring Throne, can drive in—tru—ding Care away: Wisdom's sacred Hand can bind, the [...] [...]ra—ging Passions of the Mind; he that has at—tain'd to that, is the Em—pe- [...] [...]rour of Fate. Rough Tempests that make Kingdoms roul, a—gainst his Breast in [...] [...]vain do beat; they cannot shake his fix—ed Soul, but must, like vanquish'd Waves, retreat. [...] [Page 29] [...] No rest╌less Wish, no trem╌bling Fear, or fierce Despair, can en╌ter there; vain Love, cold Death, or ha╌sty Time, have nei╌ther Darts, nor Wings for him: When Life for╌sakes his qui╌et Breast, he does but change his place of Rest, 'tis he, 'tis he a╌lone is blest, 'tis he, 'tis he a╌lone is blest.

[...] HOw can they tast of Joys or Grief, who Beauty's Pow'r did never prove? Love's all our Torment, our Relief, our Fate depends alone on Love: Were I in heavy Chains confin'd, Neaera's Smiles would ease that State; nor Wealth, nor Pow'r, could bless my Mind, curs'd by her Absence, or her Hate. Of all the Plants which shade the Field, the fragerant Myr╌til does surpass; no Flow'r so gay, that does not yield, to blooming Roses gau╌dy Dress: No Star so bright that can be seen, when Phoebus Glories gild the Skies; no [Page 31] [...] Nymph so proud a╌dorns the Green, but yields to fair Ne╌ae╌ra's Eyes. The a╌mo╌rous Swain no Off'╌rings bring, to Cu╌pid's Al╌tar as be╌fore; to her they play, to her they sing, and own in Love no o╌ther Pow'r: If thou thy Empire wilt regain, on thy Conquerour try thy Dart; touch with pi╌ty for my Pain Ne╌ae╌ra's cold dis╌dain╌ful Heart.

[...] THough our Town be destroy'd, since our selves we en╌joy, where e're we reside, we make a new Troy; when mer╌ry in one place, our Minds compass CHORUS. all, thus Man's the great World, and the Globe's but the small. Then drink our Veins full, and while Wa╌ters glide a╌bout the dull Earth, let Wine be our Tide; then drink our Veins full, and while Wa╌ters glide a╌bout the dull Earth, glide a╌bout the dull Earth, let Wine be our Tide.

[...] WHat Scorn appears in those fair Eyes, where na╌tive Sweetness us'd to flow? If your A╌do╌rer you despise, on whom will you your Love bestow? Ah! let not your severe Disdain kill him, who lives alone for you; in╌glo╌rious Conquests they obtain, who mur╌der Slaves they first subdue.

[...] GReat Son of Night! come from thy Ebon Cell, where sof╌test Slumbers do delight to dwell; with wreath of Poppies bound about thy Head, make hast, and bring my trou╌bled Thoughts to Bed; with wreaths of Poppies bound a╌bout thy Head, make hast, and bring my trou╌bled Thoughts to Bed. Some sweet De╌lu╌sion, gentle Sleep! devise, to draw the frin╌ged Curtains of mine Eyes; before I am╌a╌ware, my rest╌less [Page 35] [...] Mind implores thine aid, with silken Cords to bind my scat╌ter'd Sen╌ses with thy migh╌ty Hand, and charm them gent╌ly And charm them gent╌ly with with thy Leaden Wand; and char╌m them gently, charm them gently thy Leaden Wand; charm them gent╌ly, charm them gent╌ly, with thy with thy Leaden Wand. Lea╌den Wand.

[...] Strephon. HAS yet your Breast no Pi╌ty learn'd! Dorinda, must I si╌gh in vain! The list'ning Herd seem more concern'd, when of your Ri╌gour I complain. Dorinda. Beguiling Shepherd! with such Art, the sub╌tle Poison you instill; no Antidote Strephon. se╌cures the Heart, such migh╌ty force it has to kill. I bring no Weapons to de╌stroy, but tender Wounds for you to cure; such Wounds as must your Care employ, no [Page 37] [...] Dorinda. rough╌er Hand they can endure. Forbear, forbear, pray tempt no more! My Heart I feel almost undone; and can no more, no more oppose that Pow'r, that Pow'r, Strephon. which has such Conquest won. Dorinda, you the Conqu'ror are, here I for your Protection Dorinda. sue; and as your Pris'ner took in War, some Mercy challenge as my due. I can no mo╌╌re reject your Pray'r, Strephon, for Heav'n╌sake constant prove! My Breast shall bury all your Care, and kind╌ly en╌ter╌tain your Love. CHORUS. [Page 38] [...] CHORUS. So those bright Eyes which do the Tempest raise, with one kind Look the an╌So those bright Eyes which do the Tem╌pest raise, with one kind Look the an╌gry Storms appease, and save poor sin╌king Lo╌vers from the Seas. gry Storms appease, and save poor sin╌king Lo╌vers from the Seas. Painters, henceforward with your skil╌ful Arts, draw Beauty with one Eye a Painters, henceforward with your skil╌ful Arts, draw Beauty with shoo╌ting Darts, the o╌ther wee╌ping, the o╌ther wee╌ping o╌one Eye a shoo╌ting Darts, the other wee╌ping, weeping o╌ [Page 39] [...] ver wounded Hearts: Painters, henceforward with your skil╌ful Arts, draw ver wounded Hearts: Painters, henceforward with your skil╌ful Arts, Beauty with one Eye a shoo╌ting Darts, the other weeping, the other draw Beauty with one Eye a shoo╌ting Darts, the other weeping, weeping o╌ver wounded Hearts. weeping o╌ver wounded Hearts.

[...] AS in a ver╌dent wil╌low Grove, for sligh╌ted Lo╌vers meant, Syl╌van╌der raving of his Love, thus gave his Passion vent: Is there no ju╌ster Laws above, ye Gods, than to cre╌ate, in poor Syl╌van╌der so much Love, in Daph╌ne so much Hate!

[...] HOW plea╌sant is this flow╌ry Plain and Grove! What perfect Scenes of In╌no╌cence and Love! As if the Gods, when all things here below were curs'd, reserv'd this place, to let us know, how beau╌ti╌ful the World at first was [Page 43] [...] made, e're Mankind by Am╌bi╌tion was be╌tray'd. The hap╌py Swain in these e╌na╌mell'd Fields, possesses all the Good, possesses all, all the Good, that Plenty yields; pure without mixture, as it first did come, from the great Treasury of Nature's Womb; free from Disturbance here he lives at ease, contented with a little Flock's encrease, and cover'd with the gen╌tle Wings of Peace. No Fears, no Storms of War his Thoughts mo╌lest, Ambition is a Stranger to his Breast; his Sheep, his Crook, and Pipe, are all his [Page 44] [...] Store, he needs not, neither does he covet more. Oft to the si╌lent Groves he does re╌treat, whose Shades de╌fend him from the scor╌ching Heat: In these Re╌ces╌ses un╌con╌cern'd he lyes, whilst through the Boughs the whisp'╌ring Zephire flies, and the Woods Choristers on ev'ry Tree, lull him asleep, lull him asleep, with their swee╌t Harmony. CHORUS. CHORUS. [Page 45] [...] CHORUS. CHORUS. CHORUS. Ah happy, happy, happy Life! Ah happy, happy, happy, ah hap╌py Life! Ah blest Re╌ CHORUS. Ah happy, happy, happy Life! Ah happy, happy, happy, ah hap╌py Life! Ah blest Re╌ CHORUS. treat, void of the Troubles, the Troubles, that attend the Great! From Pride, and courtly Fol╌lies, treat, void of the Troubles, the Troubles, that attend the Great! From Pride, and courtly Follies, [Page 46] [...] free, from all their gaudy, gau╌dy Pomps, and va╌ni╌ty: No guilty Re╌free, from all their gau╌dy Pomps, and Va╌ni╌ty: No guilty Re╌morse does their Pleasure annoy, nor disturb the Delights of their in╌no╌cent Joy. Crown'd morse does their Pleasure an╌noy, nor disturb the Delights of their in╌no╌cent Joy. [Page 47] [...] Monarchs, whom Cities and Kingdoms o╌bey, whom Cities and Kingdoms obey; are not Crown'd Monarchs, whom Cities and Kingdoms o╌bey, whom Kingdoms obey, are not half so contented, are not half so contented, or happy as they. half so contented, are not half so contented, or happy as they.