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melancholy; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and Love but folly;
Only Friendship truly pleases.
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.
III. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
TREPHONETTA, why d' ye fly me,
With such rigour in your eyes ? Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,
Since charms I so much prize.
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.
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 clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief resign ;
The pair, they now have parted, join?
And could such constant lovers sever ;
They Thould divide us two for ever.
Remembering though upon what score ;
Believe we must embrace no more.
Yet, should our sun shine out at last;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
To make two wandering lovers meet;.
then would our pleasure be,
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!
Suppose our sun should never rise :
hat's due to such a grief,
V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
What for her sake I undergo;
But, oh ! she scorns to hear, or see,
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
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.
VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
And modestly pretend no more.;
As not to know your heart.
In vain you fancy to deceive,
But this is all a sham :
And with another damn.