A Sigh or Tear perhaps she'd give, Tell her that Hearts for Hearts were made; SONG CCL. Fancelia's Heart, &c. ANCELIA's Heart is till the fame, FA Tho' my Love is ever burning; So long I talk and think of Love, All the Groves and Streams can name her; Nought but Death can ease my Paffion. Beauty takes Delight in Killing. SONG CCLI. All my past, &c. A' LL my paft Life is mine no more, Like tranfitory Dreams giv'n o'er, Whatever is to come is not, How can it then be mine? The prefent Moment's all my Lot, Phillis is only thine. Then talk not of Inconftancy, Falfe Hearts and broken Vows: If I by Miracle can be This long-liv'd Minute true to thee, SONG CCLII: When I fee, &c. WE Hen I fee my Strephon languish, With Lucinda's Charms oppreft; When I fee his Pain and Anguish, Strephon's plain and humble Nature Mov'd me first to hear his Tale: Strepbon's Truth by ev'ry Creature, Is proclaim'd through all the Vale: There's not a Nymph that would not chufe him, Why fhould I alone refufe him? There's not, &c. SONG CCLIII. In vain he, &c. Ń vain the frowns, in vain he tries IN The Darts of her difdainful Eyes; She ftill is charming, ftill is fair, And I must love, tho' I despair: Nor can I of my Fate complain, or her Difdain, But fpare, O fpare your cruel Art! the fatal Darg) SONG CCLIV. Lovely Laurinda! &a Loff on your If on your beauteous Looks I gaze; How can I help it, when I fee When in the Air the Sun-beams play; And warms me with a pleafing Ray. The Trees a duller Green have worn The tender Flocks their Pafture mourn, And bleat a fadder Moan: The Birds that did frequent these Groves, To happy Manfions fly; And all that once fmil'd on our Loves, SONG CCLVI. Spare, mighty, &c. Pare, mighty Love, O fpare a Slave, That at thy Feet for Mercy lyes: What would thy cruel Godhead have, See how he bleeds, fee how he dies! Upon a noble Conquest go, And for thy Glory and my Peace, Dye all thy Arrows in my Tears, Revenge, revenge the Wounds I bear, SONG CCLVII. If ever you, &c. F ever you mean to be kind, IF To me the Favour, the Favour allow; For fear that to morrow fhould alter my Mind, Oh! let me now, now, now. If in Hand then a Guinea you'll give, Since we have, we have Opportunity? SONG CCLVIII. Since Cælia, & Ince Celia only has the Art, And only the can captivate, And wanton in my Breaft; All other Pleafures I defpife, Than what are from my Calia's Eyes, In her alone I'm bleft. Whene'er the fmiles, new Life fhe gives, For when you frown 'tis Death. SONG CCLIX. Chloe found, &c. CH HLOE found Love for his Pfyche in Tears, 'Till feeling at length the Poifon it keeps, Cupid he fmiles, and Chloe the weeps, SONG CCLX. Come, come, &c. Ome, come ye Nymphs, Com Come ye Nymphs, and ev'ry Swain. I ye Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain, wit Galatea leaves the Main, To revive us on the Plain, To revive us, to revive us, to revive us on the Plain; 33 Come, come, come, come ye Nymphs, To revive us on the Plain, To revive us on the Plain, Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain. wat SONG CCLXI. If I hear, &c F I hear Orinda (wear, She cures my jealous Smart If I hear Orinda fwear,.. In Falfhood ftill remain ; SONG CCLXI. Some brag of, &c. Ome brag of their Chloris, and fome of their Some Phillis, Some cry up their Celia, and bright Amaryllis." |