Clariffa, I live on the Hopes of my Love,
Which flatters me fo, that you kinder will prove
Infome lucky Minute I hope to enjoy thee,
And rout all your Forces in Arms to deftroy me."
My Fortune I hope is referv'd for this
Caft,
To make me a Saver for all my Life paft? Z
Be lucky this once, Dice! 'tis all I implore,
I'll gladly tye up then, and tempt you no more.

SONG CCXII. Fairest Work, &c.
Aireft Work of happy Nature,

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Sweet without diflembling Art

Kind in ev'ry tender Feature,

Cruel only in a Heart:

View the Beauties of the Morning,

Where no fullen Clouds appear by ↑

Graces there are less adorning,

Than below, when Calia's there.

Ev'ry tuneful Breaft confeffes,

Sounds by you improve their Power
Ev'ry Tongue in foft Addreffes
Humbly tells us his Amour:
Such a Tribute, lovely Bleffing,
Faithful Strephon ne'er denies;
Such a Treafure in poffeffing,
All the Bills of Love fupplies.
Yet I fee by ev'ry Trial,

Feeble Hopes my Flames pursue ;
Ever finding a Denial,

Where my fofteft Love was true: But my Heart knows no retreating, No Decay can eafe my Pain ;'

Love allows of no defeating,

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Tho' the Prize is fought in vain. ayud ybs

or if e'er my Galia's Treasure · Muft her Virgin Sweets refign; ove fhall flow with equal Measure, And I'd boldly call her mise

"Till her panting, wedding Lover, Grown uneafy by my Claim; Leaves me freely to difcover

Golden Coafts without a Name.

SONG CCXIII Little Britain.

RITONS, where is your great Magnant

mity?

Where's your boafted Courage flown?
Quite perverted to Pufillanimity,
Scarce to call yourselves your own.
What your Ancestors won fo victoriously,
Crown'd with Conqueft in the Field;
You'd relinquith; and O moft inglorioufly
To Oppreffion tamely yield.

Freedom now for her Flight makes Preparative,
See her weeping quit the Shore ;
Britain's Lofs will be then paft Comparative,
Never to behold her more. T
Gracious God to affift, exurgitate,
Stretch forth thy vindictive Hand;/
Make Oppreffors their Plunder regorgitate,
And preferve a fuking Land.

SONG CCXIV. I love, I doat, &c.
I Love, Idoat, I rave with Pain,

No Quiet in my Mind joy

Tho' ne'er could be a happier Swaing
Were Spluie lefs unkind :

For when, as long her Chain I've worn,
I afk Relief from Smart

She only gives me Looks of Scorny
Alas! 'twill break my Heart.

My Rivals rich in worldly Store,
May offer Heaps of Gold

But furely I a Heav'n adore,
Too precious to be fold.

Can Sylvia fuch a Coxcomb prize
For Wealth, and not Defert,

And my poor Sighs and Tears despise?
Alas! my Heart will break,

When, like fome wanting, hov'ring Dove,
I for my Blifs contend;

And plead the Caufe of eager Love,
She coldly calls me Friend.
Ah! Sylvia, thus in vain you strive
To act a healing Part:

'Twill keep but ling'ring Pain alive,
Alas! and break my Hearts -
When on my lonely penfive Bed
I lay me down to Reft,
In hopes to calm my raging Head,
And cool my burning Breaft
Her Cruelty all Ease denies,

With fome fad Dream I start;
All drown'd in Tears I find my Eyes,
And breaking feel my Heart!

Then rifing, thro' the Path I rove
That leads me where the dwells ;
Where to the fenfeless Waves my Love
Its mournful Story tells.

With Sighs I dew and kifs the Door,
Till Morning bids depart:

Then vent ten thousand Sighs and more,
Alas! 'twill break my Heart.

But, Sylvia, when this Conqueft's wong
And I am gone, and cold;
Renounce the cruel Deed you've done,
Nor glory when 'tis told:
For ev'ry lovely gen'rous Maid

Will take my injur'd Part;

And curfe thee, Sylvia, I'm afraid,
For breaking my poor Heart!

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SONG CCXV. Did you not, &c. ID you not promise me when you lay by me,

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hat you would marry me ; an you deng

med

He. If I did promise thee, 'twas but to try thee, Call up your Witneffes, elfe I defie thee.

She. Ah! who would truft you Men that swear and vow fo,

Born only to deceive, how can you do fo? He. If we can fwear and lie, you can diffemble, And then to hear the Lie, would make one tremble.

She. Had I not lov'd, you had found a Denial, My tender Heart, alas! was but too real; He. Real I know you were, I've often try'd ye, Real to forty more Lovers befides me.

She. If thoufands lov'd me, where was my Tranfgreffion, no

You were the only He, e'er got Poffeffion? He. Thou could't talk prettily, ere thou could't go, Child;

But I'm too old and wife to be shamm'd fo,
Child. At

She. Tho' y'are fo cruel you'll never believe me,
Yet do but take the Child, all I forgive

thee.

He. Send your Kid home to me, I will take Care on't,

If 't has the Mother's Gifts, 'twill prove

R

Oom, room, room for a Rover,
Yonder Town's fo hot;

I a Country Lover

Blefs my Freedom got:
This celeftial Weather
Such Enjoyment gives,
We like Birds flock hither,
Browzing on green Leaves:
Some who late fat fcowling,
Publick Cheats to mend ;

KS

Study now with Bowling,

Each to cheat his Friend:

Whilft on the Hawthorn Tree, Terry rerry, rerry, rerry, rerry, rerry, rerry, fings the BlackBird: Ob what a World bave we!.

In the Eastern Regions,

Cannibals abound; Eas'd of all Religions,

Man does Man confound t
Bat our worfer Natives,

Here Church-Rules obey 3
Yet like barb'rous Caitiffs,
Gorge up more than they :
In the Town, hot Follies
Fools to Faction draw;
Nonfenfe, Noife, and Malice,
Paffes too for Law:
Whilft on the, &c.

The old Game's again on Trial,
As our Church-men guess;
Some write We most loyal,
Yet mean nothing lefs:
Ev'ry factious Teazer

• Proudly Votes his Will;
Praife be then to Cæfar,
Who fits patient still.
Chancery wants a Ruler,
Juftice Scales to guide;
Sff want a Cooler
Who like Jebu ride:

Whilft on the &c.

Give me then a Bottle,

Mucidora by ;

Wine that warms the Noddle,

Does ail Cares defy:

Sol has enter'd Aries,

Summer Sweets do

Pleasures new and various,
Let's enjoy 'em all;