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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,
You, my love, too nicely coy,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
To my vows I have been true,
But I cannot promise too
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
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.
Or by the Fates decreed,
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;
Despair will soon devour.
Ah! wound then my relentless fair,
For thy own fake and mine ; That boundless bliss
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
XI. Set by Mr. SMITH.
INCE my words, though ne'er so tendes,
With sincerest truth exprest,
Nor so much as warın your breast :
What will make you think me true ?
Tell poor Strephon what will do.
What his eyes so plainly show..
'Tis against your Reason's law:
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.
It ne'er can break her chains ;
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.
Touch it, Orpheus, I will fing
XV. Set by Mr. SMITH..
Would I had been so ftill!.
And roving at my will.
Cupid does so decide,
And so poor me divide.
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.