Ruin'd! Lords and Commons all, SONG CCIII. Sooner than I'll, &c. Ooner than I'll my Love forego, I'll bravely combat ev'ry Woe, Nor Bolts nor Bars fhall me controul, The Window now fhall be my Gate, Before I'll live with him I hate, S. SONG CCIV. Return, return, &c. R For Summer's. Pleafures now will fade: The trembling Leaves begin to drop, Th' harmonious Nightingale's retir'd, Th' Approach of wint'ry Nights to mourn ; The Lark forgets to mount the Sky; Ah! lovely Calia, quick return. The blushing Rofe's Charms decay, The Lily droops its lovely Head: Sweet winding Thames begins to fwell, And vifit th' unfrequented Mead. The Shepherd's Pipe neglected lies, The Vallies now no more delight: Soft pleafing Scenes of Country Life Have taken too their annual Flight. SONG COV. Ranging the Plain, &c. Anging the Plain one Summer's Night, To país a vacant Hour, R K I fortunately chanc'd to light The Nymph adorn'd with thousand Charms, To meet thofe Joys in Strephon's Arms, Upon her Hand fhe leant her Head, At e'ery Breath that mov'd the Trees, But he that knew how well the lov`d, Ye Gods, the faid, how oft he wore, He would be here by One; But now alas!, 'tis Six and more, And yet he is not come. SON GCCVI. He that is, &c. E that is refolv'd to wed, HE And be by the Nofe by Woman led, Let him confider't well e'er he be fped; Will find a Man fhrill Mufick all his Life, If he approach her when fhe's vext, He's fure to have enough of what comes next Yet this by none can be deny 'd, That Wedlock, or 'tis much bely d, Is a good School, in which Man's Virtue's try'd: And this Convenience Woman brings, That when her angry Mood begins, The Husband never wants a Sight of's Sins, If he by chance offend the leaft, His Penance fhall be well encreaft, She'll make him keep a Vigil without Feast She will not fail to make's Examen, SONG CCVIE. Believe me, Jenny, &. B all for you; Can you miftruftful of my Paffion To flight my Love, neglect my Pain? The Death of me, and Murder of my Love. SONG CCVIII. Ye happy Swains, &c. E happy Swains, whofe Nymphs are kind, Teach me the Art of Love: That I the like Success may find, Long have I But yet alas to win her Heart, 08 vain; For the still acts one cruel Part Of Rigour and Difdain. Confumes my Life away; brend ST Y Ten thousand Tortures I endure,nousi baå Languifhing Night and Day medical,922 Yet the regardlefs of my Grief, auto des Looks on her dying Slave; Modi trod yada And unconcern'd, yields no Relief, is baA To heal the Wound she gave to LOU SAT What is my Crime, oh rigid Fate las asu wy I'm punifh'd fo fevere Pow? Tell me, that I may expiate With a repenting Tear: But if you have refolv'd, that I'anam MA No Mercy fhall obtain ; Let her perfift in Tyranny, And cure by Death my Pain. SONG CCIX. As May in, &c * InT brear Love fo gay did once appear M. A Spring of Charms dwelt on her Face, And Rofes did inhabit there. Ausa May in all her youthful Drefs, Thus while th'Enjoyment was but young, But as the Sun to Weft declines, The Eaftern Sky does colder grow; bla And all its blufhing Looks refigns, To th'pale-fac'd Moon that rules below: brifk, and warm, While Love was eager, My Chloe then was kind and gay; But when by Time I loft the Charm, Her Smiles like Autumn dropt away. SONG CCX. Wiep all ye, &c. Eep all ye Nymphs, your Floods uns bind, W Eep For Strephon's now no more; Your Treffes fpread before the Wind, And leave the hated Shore; They beat their Breads, and rend their Locks When this your Youth was born, He cry'd, Remember when I'm dead, He figh'd, you love, 'tis true SONG CCXI. Four Gamefter, &c. Our Gamefter, provok'd by his Lofs, may forfwear, And rail against Play, yet can never forbear; |