Be kind as fair.

Oh! be not fevere,

But thew Compaffion on your Swain §
You'll ne'er repent it,

No ne'er relent it,

Dear Creature, dear Creature, now eafe my Pain
SÔNG CXCV. Clarinda, lực.

LARINDA, hear my Moan,
My Boon do not deny;

If you'll not be my own,
Your Martyr I must die.
Remember, that my Love
To you is ever true:
I can't my Paffion move,
It's fix'd till Death on your
If you my Life will fave,
Receive me in your Arms
Or fink me in my Grave
A Victim to your Charms.
But when I'm dead and gone,

your

Guide;

Let, this then be
Engrave it on my Tomb,
For you I liv'd and dy'd.

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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.
Ah! do not fly me, my dear Jewel,
Left you kill your faithful Slave:
You ne'er was known yet to be cruel,
To deftroy what you can fave.

Had I ne'er feen you, charming Phillis,
Such Torture I ne'er fhould have known;
But thank my Stars, if that your Will is, I'
To fmile, and ever be my own;

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,
"Tis here I feek Relief.

With Sylvio on this verdant Shore
I fondly fat reclin'd;
Believ'd the charming things he wore,
Too credulously kind.

Too credulously, &c.

While thus he faid. This purling Stream
Back to its Spring fhall flow,
O Paftorella, e'er my Flame

The leaft Decays fhall know.
Ye conscious Waves roll back again,
Back to your chryftal Headt
The falfe, ungrateful, perjur'd Swain
Has broke the Vows he made.
Has broke, &c.

Perhaps fome fairer Shepherdess

His faithlefs Breaft has warm'd,
And those kind Vows, and foft Addrefs,
Her guiltless Heart has charm'd.
But tell the Nymph, thou gentle Stream,
If e'er the vifits thee;

The treach'rous Youth has vow'd the fame,
Yet broke his Faith with me.

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
Free to fave us,

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.
A new Law well weigh'd

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
Stout, vig'rous, active, and tall

There's none can from Danger fecure you, msani
Like brave, gallant Moor of Moor-ball
No Giant or Knight ever quell'd him,
He fills all their Hearts with Alarms:
No Virgin yet ever beheld him,

But wifh'd herfelf clafp'd in his Arms.
But with'd, Ga

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,
Who perceives a falfe Splendor at Distance invite
Overjoy'd he haftes on, purfues it, and dies;
A like Ruin attends me, if away Nancy flies.
O forget not the Raptures you felt in my Arms,
When you call'd me dear Angel, and unveil'd all
your Charms :

When you vow'd lafting Love, and swore with a
Kifs,

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
To caroufe in Sympathy.

Thirty Souls, like Plants afpiring,
Moisture ever are defiring.
Thus careffing

Nature's Bleffing,

We'll the fober World defy.

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See the Bottle, how its Beauty4 WA
Smiles in ev'ry ruby Face;

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
Ever drinking,.

Void of thinking,

We'd the happy Hours embrace.

SONG COII. What dire, &c. !
Hat dire Misfortune hath befel

W

Each quiv'ring Beau and tuneful Belle,

Soft Farinelli's killing Note,

For Spain has caught him by the Throat,
Far, far away he's forc'd to ftay
Killing, thrilling,

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,

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Both the Warblers, both are flown

Will

O cruel Spain will nought fuffice, 2 40 m2
nought redeem the lovely Prize:1
Take all our Ships, take all our Men,
So we enjoy but him again,

Ofend him straight, our Nobles waiti
fend him quick, we all are fick,