Be kind as fair. Oh! be not fevere, But thew Compaffion on your Swain § No ne'er relent it, Dear Creature, dear Creature, now eafe my Pain LARINDA, hear my Moan, If you'll not be my own, your Guide; Let, this then be 1 ཐ SONG CXCVI. Dear charming,&e. Ear charming Beauty, you're my Ples fure, Dear "Tis you alone that I adore ; Grant me your Love, my only Treafure, And all my Care will now be o'er. Had I ne'er feen you, charming Phillis, No greater Bleffing I'll defire, Than your matchlefs Charms, my Fair : For you are all that I admire. And all I love, and all I fear. SONG CXCVII. Glide gently on, &c, Lide gently on, thou murm'ring Brook, GL And footh my tender Grief; "Twas here the fatal Wound I took, With Sylvio on this verdant Shore Too credulously, &c. While thus he faid. This purling Stream The leaft Decays fhall know. Perhaps fome fairer Shepherdess His faithlefs Breaft has warm'd, The treach'rous Youth has vow'd the fame, Yet broke, &c. SONG CXCVIII. To the God, &c. O the God of Wine, My Song and my Defign With a grateful Spirit will I raise, Tis my Heart's Delight, To give him ev'ry Night,os no Wo And to carrol merrily his Praife. H Monarch Bacchus, gay and young nowe Sky, Till the wife World join in our Song. Degas 10 Shou'd a Mortal dare His merry Subjects sneer, The drinking Court has made, all tada sed Set the Rebel to the Bar, That the Traitors ayant Let him dread the Fate decreed. And to Justice thus they'll proceed. May his Sentence hear." Take a Swing, Bound in Fetter, Let the Rogue, Like a Dog, Or be drown'd in Rot-gut Small-beer. SONG CXCIX. He's a, &c. H E's a Man, ev'ry Inch, I affure yougov JANY There's none can from Danger fecure you, msani But wifh'd herfelf clafp'd in his Arms. SONG CC. How can you, &c. OW can you lovely Nancy, thus cruelly flight How A Swain who is wretched, when banifh'd your Sight; Who for your Sake alone thinks Life worth his Care, But which foon, if you frown on, must end in Despair. If you meant thus to torture, O why did your Eyes Once exprefs fo much Softnefs, and fweetly fur prize; By their Luftre inflam'd, I cou'd not believe, As they had fuch mild Influence, they e'er wou'd deceive. But alas! like the Pilgrim bewilder'd in Night, When you vow'd lafting Love, and swore with a That in my fond Embraces was center'd all Blifs. Faireft, but most obdurate, confider that Woe Will, like Sickness neglected, more desperate grow: That your Heart may relent, I implore the kind Pow'rs, Since I'm conftant as your Sex, be not fickle as ours SONG CCI. If the Glasses, &c. I' the Glaffes they are empty, Fill again, my Soul's adry: Sure fuch Wine as this will tempt ye Thirty Souls, like Plants afpiring, Nature's Bleffing, We'll the fober World defy. 3702 See the Bottle, how its Beauty4 WA We to Bacchus owe a Duty, Drink, brave Heroes, drink apace.Ɛ wh Cou'd the Globe be fill'd with Claret, Souls like mine wou'd never fpare it Void of thinking, We'd the happy Hours embrace. SONG COII. What dire, &c. ! W Each quiv'ring Beau and tuneful Belle, Soft Farinelli's killing Note, For Spain has caught him by the Throat, Thrilling, killing: Ruin'd, loft, and quite undone, Charming Farinelli's gone. Our Tears had fcarcely ceas'd to flow, That Senefing needs wou'd go, When strait a heavier Lofs we know, Dear Farinelli's kidnapt tog. Farinelli, Senefino, Senefimo, Farinelli, Ruin'd, loft, and quite undone, ་། .I Both the Warblers, both are flown Will O cruel Spain will nought fuffice, 2 40 m2 Ofend him straight, our Nobles waiti |