Ruin'd! Lords and Commons all,
From St. James's to Guildhall.

SONG CCIII. Sooner than I'll, &c.

Ooner than I'll my Love forego,
And lofe the Man I prize;

I'll bravely combat ev'ry Woe,
Or fall a Sacrifice.

Nor Bolts nor Bars fhall me controul,
I Death and Danger dare: S.
Restraint but fires the active Soul, S.
And urges fierce Despair, S.

The Window now fhall be my Gate,
I'll either fall or flie;

Before I'll live with him I hate, S.
For him I love, I'll die. S.

SONG CCIV. Return, return, &c.
Eturn, return, my lovely Nymph,

R

For Summer's. Pleafures now will fade:

The trembling Leaves begin to drop,
All Nature feems as if decay'd.

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
On lovely Phillis Bow'r ;

The Nymph adorn'd with thousand Charms,
In Expectation fat,

To meet thofe Joys in Strephon's Arms,
Which Tongue cannot relate.

Upon her Hand fhe leant her Head,
Her Breaft did gently rife;
That e'ery Lover might have read
Her Wishes in her Eyes:

At e'ery Breath that mov'd the Trees,
She fuddenly would fart; '
A Cold on all her Body feiz'd,.
A Trembling on her Heart,

But he that knew how well the lov`d,
Beyond his Hour had stay'd;«
And both with Fear and Anger mov'd
The melancholy Maid:

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;
For that lewd Inftrument, a Wife,
If that the be inclin'd to Strife,

Will find a Man fhrill Mufick all his Life,
Will find a Man, &c.

If he approach her when fhe's vext,
Nearer than the Parfon does his Text,

He's fure to have enough of what comes next
And by our Grammar Rules we fee,
Two different Genders can't agree,
r without Solecifms connected be,
avithout, &c.

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,
The Husband never, &c.

If he by chance offend the leaft,

His Penance fhall be well encreaft,

She'll make him keep a Vigil without Feast
And when's Confeffion he is framing,

She will not fail to make's Examen,
He has nothing else to do but fay Amen
He has nothing, &t.

SONG CCVIE. Believe me, Jenny, &.
Elieve me,- Jenny, for I tell you true,"
Thefe Sighs, thefe Sobs, thefe Tears, are

B

all for you;

Can you miftruftful of my Paffion
When ev'ry Action thus proclaim
my Love?
Ist not enough, you cruel Fair,

To flight my Love, neglect my Pain?
At least, that rigid Sentence fpare 2
Nor fay that I first caus'd you to difdain.
No, no, thefe filly Stories won't fuffice,
Fate fpeaks me better in your lovely Eyes;
Let not Diffimulation, bafer Art,
Stifle the bufy Paffion of your Heart :
Yet, let the Candour of your Mind
Now with your Beauty equal prove;
Which I believe ne'er yet defign'd

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,
My Shepherdess to move:

Long have I

But yet alas to win her Heart, 08

vain;

For the still acts one cruel Part

Of Rigour and Difdain.
Whilft in my Breaft a Flame moft pure

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,
Each Night new Pleafures did create ;.
Harmonious Words dropt from her Tongue,
And Cupid on her Forehead fat.

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;
See, fee, upon the craggy Rocks
Each Goddess ftript appears;

They beat their Breads, and rend their Locks
And fwell the Sea with Tears.
The God of Love, that fatal Hour,

When this your Youth was born,
Had fworn by Styx to fhew his Pow'r,
He'd kill a Man ere Morni
For Strephon's Breaft he aim'd his Dart,
And watch'd him as he came
He cry'd, and fhot him thro' the Heart,
Thy Blood fhall quench my Flame.
On Stella's Lap he laid his Head,
And looking in her Eyes;

He cry'd, Remember when I'm dead,
That I deferv'd the Prize:
Then down his Tears, like Rivers, ran

He figh'd, you love, 'tis true
You love perhaps a better Man,
But ah he loves not you,

SONG CCXI. Four Gamefter, &c. Our Gamefter, provok'd by his Lofs, may forfwear,

And rail against Play, yet can never forbear;
Deluded with Hopes, what is loft may be
wong
In Paffion plays on, 'till at last he's undone,
So I, who have often declaim'd the fond Pain
Of thofe fatal Wounds, which Love gets by
Difdain;
[drawn in,
Seduc'd by the Charms of your Looks, am
To expofe my poor Heart to thofe Dangers agaifio