UPON A FRIEND, WHO HAD A PAIN IN HIS LEFT SIDE. I. AY not the pain, so near your heart, So sensible, so nice a smart, Is from no cause like these. II. Your friends, at last, the truth have found, Howe'er you tell your story, 'Twas Celia's eyes that gave the wound, And they shall have the glory. SONGS, SET TO MUSIC BY THE MOST EMINENT R MASTERS. I. SET BY MR. ABEL. 9EADING ends in melancholy; Wine breeds vices and diseases; My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly; II. SET BY MR. PURCELL. HITHER would my passion run? Yet would not gain her, to undo her. Ye tyrants of the human breast, So each will equal triumph share. III. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. TREPHONETTA, why d'ye fly me, Since your charms I so much prize. But I plainly see the reason, IV. SET BY MR. SMITH. OME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain ; As well as, that we now must part. You sigh and weep: the gods neglect We pray, in hopes they will be kind, Then clear your brow, and look more gay, Who knows but that those powers may The pair, they now have parted, join? But, since they have thus cruel been, Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve, Believe we must embrace no more. Yet, should r sun shine out at last : To make two wandering lovers meet; How great then would our pleasure be, To find Heaven kinder than belier'd; But say, should Heaven bring no relief, Suppose our sun should never rise: Why then what's due to such a grief, We've paid already with our eyes. V. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. ET perjur'd fair Amynta know, Tell her, the torments I endure, But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see, For ne'er 'twas found (though often tried) 10 VI. SET BY MR. SMITH. HILLIS, since we have both been kind, Tell me what pleasure you can find, 'Tis true, you may with art and pain Keep in some glowings of desire; ? |