Still the more I am prefented,
Still the lefs I am contented;

Tho' fhe vows fhe has given me all.

Can Drufilla give no more?
Has the lavish'd all her Store?

Muft my Hopes to Nothing fall?
Oh! you know not half your Treasure
Give me more, give over Measure,

Yet you can never, never give me all.

SONG ECXXXVI. The Fire, &c. HE Fire of Love in youthful Blood,

TH

Like what is kindled in Brush Wood,

But for a Moment burns:

Yet in that Moment makes a mighty Noise,
It crackles, and to Vapours turns,
And foon itself, itfelf destroys,
And foon itself, itself destroys,
But when crept into aged Veins,
It flowly burns, and long remains,
And with a fullen Heat,

Like Fire in Loggs, it glows and warms 'em long

And tho' the Flame be not fo great,

Yet is the Heat, the Heat as strong,
Yet is the Heat, the Heat as ftrong.

SONG CCXXXVII. Blefs Mortals,&c.

B

Lefs Mortals, blefs the clearing Light,
That flows from Calia's Eyes,

For never did a Star fo bright

In Beauty's Heav'n rife:

And whilt a Crown's uneafy Weight,
And all the mighty Toils of State,"
She foftens with her Charmis,

Blefs, blefs the happy Monarch in her Arms.

Who lives that does not yield to Love,

And oft his Joys renew?

And yet how few in Kings approve,

What they themselves pursue ?

The murm'ring Crowd themselves afford
The Pleasures they deny their Lord,
is Empire's Dower,
To recompence the Slavery of Power.

Tho

Love is

SONG CCXXXVIII. Young Phaon,

Y

Oung Phaon ftrove the Blifs to tafte,
But Sapho ftill deny'd

She Arugg'd long, the Youth at laft
Lay panting by her Side.

Ufelefs he lay; Love would not wait
Till they could both agree,
They idly languifh'd in Debate,
When they fhould active be.

At laft, come ruin me, the cry'd,
And then there fell,a Tear:
I'll in my Breaft my Blushes hide,
Do all that Virgins fear,

O, that Age could Love's Rites perform,'
We make old Men obey;

They court us long, Youth does but storm,
And plunder and away.

SONG CCXXXIX. As fair, &c!
S fair Olinda fitting was
Beneath a fhady Tree;

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Much Love I did profess to her;

And the the like to me;
But when I kifs'd her lovely Lips,

And preft her to be kind:

She cry'd, Oh, no, But I remember,
Womens Words are Wind.

I hugg'd her till her Breath grew fhort,
Then farther did intrude;

She fcratch'd and struggl'd modeftly,
And told me I was rude:

Í begg'd her Pardon twenty Times,
And fome Concern did feign;

But like a bold prefumptuous Sinner,
Did the like again.

At laft I did by Dalliance raife,
The pretty Nymph's Defire;
Our Inclinations equal were,
And mutual was our Fire;
Then, in the Height of Joy, the cry'd,

Oh! I'm undone I fear;

Oh! kill me, ftick me, ftick me,
Kill me, kill me quite, my Dear.

SONG CCXL. Lavia, &f.

L

AVIA would, but dare not venture,
Fear fo much o'er-rules her Paffion

Chloe fuffers all to enter,

Subjects Fame to Inclination: Neither's Method I admire,

Either is in Love displeafing Chloe's Fondness gluts Defire, Lavia's Cowardise is teazing. Calia, by a wiser Measure,

In one faithful Swain's Embraces
Pays a private Debt to Pleasure,

Yet for chaft in Publick paffes:
Fair-ones follow Calia's Notion,
Free from Fear and Cenfure wholly ;
Love, but let it be with Caution,
For Extreams are Shame or Folly.

SONG CCXLI. Blandufia! &c.

BLA

LANDUSIA! Nymph of this fair Spring, Appear, while we your Virtues fing; While fwelling Notes do raife your Name, And flowing Numbers fpread your Fame. See! round your Wells we thronging stand, Now gentle wave your facred Wand, And touch the yielding Mountains Brow, And let your healing Waters flow.

They cure the thinking Matron's Spleen,
The longing Virgin's fickly Green;
Cool the good Fellow's glowing Veins,
And purge a raving Poet's Brains.
You mingle with 'em pureft Air,

Which streams from Hills that touch the Sky:
That fpacious Valley yields the Fair,
Which feeds the vaft luxurious Eye..

The greatest Dainties here we see !
Delicious Villa's, sweetest Groves;
Each Thing in full Maturity,

Which courts the Eye, or Fancy moves.
With what Varieties the bright,
The noble Thames regales the Sight!
Cover'd with Barks which Plenty brings,
The Sweets of Zephyr's laden Wings.
His gliding by Elyfian Fields,

In frequent Twines frange Pleafure yields;
And those fo near fair wat'ry Plains,
Where ride fuch royal Fleets of Swains.
Two Chiefs, I've feen, with pleafing Pain,
A long and bloody Fight maintain;
Ruffled and under Sail, like Jove,
Stemming the ftronger Tide of Love.
SONG CCXLII To all young, &c.

T

O all young Men that love to wooe,
To kifs, and dance, and tumble too;
Draw near and Counsel take of me,
Your faithful Pilot I will be:

Kifs who you please, Joan, Kate, or Mary,
But ftill this Counsel with you carry,

Court not a Country Lady, the

Never marry.

Knows not how to value thee;
She hath no am'rous Paffion, but
What Tray, or Quando, has for Slut.
To lick, to whine, to frisk, to cover,
She'll fuffer thee, or any other,
Thus to love her.

Her Daughter fhe's now come to Towns 2
In a rich Linfey Woolfey Gown; A ou o2 sal
About her Neck a valued Prize,

A Necklace made of Whitings Eyes

4

With Lift for Garters 'bove her Knee, Tas I And Breath that smells of Fermity

's not for thee

Of Widows Witchcrafts have a Care,
For if they catch you in their Shares
You must as daily Labourers do,
Be ftill a fhoving with

your Plow, If any Reft you do require,

They then deceive you of your Hire,

And retire.

The maiden Ladies of the Town
Are fcarcely worth your throwing down
For when you have Poffeffion got
Of Venus' Mark, or Honey-pot;
There's fuch a Stir with marry me,
That one would half forfwear to fee

Any fhe,

If that thy Fancy do defire
A glorious Out-fide, rish Attire ;
Come to Court, and there you'll find
Enough of fuch to please your Mind:
But if you get too near their Lap,
You're fure to meet with the Mishap,
Call'd a

With greafy painted Faces dreft,

With butter'd Hair, and fucus'd Breaft
Tongues with Diffimulation tipt,
Lips which a Million have them fipt:

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There's nothing got by fuch as these, 2008 But Achs in Shoulders, Pains in Knees

For
your Fees.

In fine, if thou delight'ft to be
Concern'd in Woman's Company,
Make it the Study of thy Life,

To find a rich, young, handfome Wife a d