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READING ends

melancholy; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and Love but folly;

Only Friendship truly pleases.
My wealth, my books, my lask, my Molly ;

Farewell all, if Friendship ceases.

II. Set by Mr. PURCEL L.

WHITHER would my paffion run? ?

Shall I fly her, or pursue her? Losing her, I am undone ;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her. Ye tyrants of the human breast,

Love and Reason! cease your war, And order Death to give me rest;

So each will equal triumph share. VOL. II.

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III. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

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TREPHONETTA, why d' ye fly me,

With such rigour in your eyes ? Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,

Since charms I so much prize.

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But I plainly see the reason,

Why in vain I you pursued; Her to gain 'twas out of season,

Who before the chaplain woó'd.

IV. Set by Mr. SMITH.
IQME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain;;
Torment not thus your pretty

heart : Think, Flavia, we may meet again,

As well as, that we now mast part.

You figh and weep; the Gods neglect

That precious dew your eyes let fall : Our joy and grief with like respect

They mind; and that is, not at all. We pray, in hopes they will be kind,

As if they did regard our state : They hear; and the return we find

Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.

Then

· Then clear your brow, and look more gay,

Do not yourself to grief resign ;
'Who knows but that those powers may

The pair, they now have parted, join?
But, since they have thus cruel been,

And could such constant lovers sever ;
I dare not trust, leit, now they ’re in,

They Thould divide us two for ever.
Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,

Remembering though upon what score ;
This our last parting look believe,

Believe we must embrace no more.

Yet, should our sun shine out at last;

And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling caft,

To make two wandering lovers meet;.
"How
great

then would our pleasure be,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
And we, who had no hopes to see

Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!
But say, should Heaven bring no relief,

Suppose our sun should never rise :
Why then

hat's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.

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V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,

What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain ;
Tell her, the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.

But, oh ! she scorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies so low as me ;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas ! in vain :
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That pity ever dwelt with pride.

VI. Set by Mr. SMITH. PHILLIS, fince we have both been kind,

And of each other had our fill; Tell me what pleasure you can find,

In forcing nature 'gainst her will. "Tis true, you may with art and pain

Keep-in fome glowings of desire; But still those glowings which remain

Are only ashes of the fire. Then let us free each other's soul,

And laugh at the dull constant fool, Who would Love's liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule, 7

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Let us no impositions set,

Or clogs upon each other's heart ; But, as for pleasure first we met,

So now for pleasure let us part.

We both have spent our stock of love,

So consequently should be free ; Thyrsis expects you in yon' grove ;

And pretty Chloris stays for me.

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VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er,

And modestly pretend no more.;
It is too plain an art :
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull,

As not to know your heart.

In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne’er believe

But this is all a sham :
Since any one may plainly see,
You 'd only save yourself with me,

And with another damn.

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VIII. Set

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