תמונות בעמוד
PDF
ePub

VIII. Set by Mr. SMITH.; STILL, Dorinda, I adore ;

Think I mean not to deceive you : For I lov'd you much before,

And, alas ! now love you more, Though I force myself to leave you.

Staying, I my vows shall fail; Virtue yields, as love grows stronger ;

Fierce desires will sure prevail;

You are fair; and I am frail,
And dare trust myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy,
Left I should have gain'd the treasure,

Made my vows and oaths destroy

The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in silence hid my anguish,

But I cannot promise too
What

my

love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee strange magick lies, And my

heart is too, too tender; Nothing 's proof against those eyes,

Best resolves and stricteft ties
To their force must soon surrender.

But,

But, Dorinda, you ’re severe, I most doating, thus to sever;

Since from all I hold most dear,

That you may no longer fear, I divorce myself for ever.

IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

I
S it, O Love, thy want of eyes,

Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so feldom sympathize,

Or for each other bleed ?

If thou would'st make two youthful hearts

One amorous shaft obey; 'T would save thee the expence of darts,

And more extend thy fway.

Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy

Thyself, thy growing power;
For that which would be stretch'd by joy,

Despair will soon devour.

Ah! wound then my relentless fair,

For thy own fake and mine ; That boundless bliss

may

be
my

Thare,
And double glory thine.

[blocks in formation]

M

X. Set by Mr. SMITH. WH

HY, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad?

To think and ne'er drink, will make you stark-mada
'Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy!
Which crcate all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy ;
But wine of the three 's the most cordial brother,
For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other.

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors]

XI. Set by Mr. SMITH.
SIN

INCE my words, though ne'er so tendes,

With sincerest truth exprest,
Cannot make your heart surrender,

Nor so much as warın your breast :
What will move the springs of nature !

What will make you think me true ?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,

Tell poor Strephon what will do.
Do not, Charmion, rack your

lover
Thus, by seeming not to know
What fo plainly all discover,

What his eyes so plainly show..
Fair-one, 'tis yourself deceiving,

'Tis against your Reason's law:
Atheist-like (th' effect perceiving)
Still to disbelieve the cause.

XII. Sec

A
SO

XII, Set by Mr. DE FESCH. MORELLA, charming without art,

And kind without design, Can never lose the smallest part

Of such a heart as mine.
Oblig'd a thousand several ways,

It ne'er can break her chains ;
While pallion, which her beauties raise,

My gratitude maintains.

XIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. LOVE! inform thy faithful creature

How to keep his fair-one's heart; Must it be by truth of nature ?

Or by poor dissembling art ? Tell the secret, fhew the wonder,

How we both may gain our ends ; I am lost if we're asunder,

Ever tortur'd if we ’re friends.

XIV. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
OUCH the lyre, on every string,

Touch it, Orpheus, I will fing
A song which shall immortal be;
Since she I sing 's a deity;
A Leonora, whose blest birth
Has no relation to this earth.

XV. See

BE

XV. Set by Mr. SMITH..

[merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

ONCE
NCE I was unconfin'd and free,

Would I had been so ftill!.
Enjoying sweetest liberty,

And roving at my will.
But now, not master of my heart,

Cupid does so decide,
That two she-tyrants shall it part,

And so poor me divide.
Victoria's will I must obey,

She acts without control : Phillis has such a taking way; She charms my very

foul. Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smilesys

Into her snares I run : Victoria Thews me all her wiles,

Which yet I dare not fhun. From one I fancy every

kiss Has something in 't divine: And, awful, taste the balıny bliss,

That joins her lips with mine. But, when the other I embrace,

Though she be not a queen, Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass To tumble on the green.

5

[ocr errors][ocr errors][merged small]
« הקודםהמשך »