VIII. Set by Mr. SMITH.. TILL, Dorinda, I adore; STIL you: Think I mean not to deceive Staying, I my vows shall fail; You, my love, too nicely coy, To my vows I have been true, 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, Beft refolves and stricteft ties To their force muft foon furrender. But, But, Dorinda, you 're fevere, That you may no longer fear, IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. IS it, O Love, thy want of eyes, Or by the Fates decreed, Or for each other bleed? If thou would'st make two youthful hearts 'T would fave thee the expence of darts, Forbear, alas! thus to destroy Thyfelf, thy growing power; For that which would be ftretch'd by joy, Ah! wound then my relentless fair, For thy own fake and mine; X. Set by Mr. SMITH. WHY, Harry, what ails you? why look you fo fad? To think and ne'er drink, will make you ftark-mad. 'Tis the miftrefs, the friend, and the bottle, old boy! Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy; But wine of the three 's the most cordial brother, For one it relieves, and it ftrengthens the other. S XI. Set by Mr. SMITH. INCE my words, though ne'er so tender, Cannot make your heart furrender, Nor fo much as warn your breaft: What will move the fprings of nature? Do not, Charmion, rack your lover What fo plainly all discover, Fair-one, 'tis yourself deceiving, XII. Set XII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. MORELLA, charming without art, And kind without defign, Can never lofe the smallest part Oblig'd a thousand feveral ways, L XIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. OVE! inform thy faithful creature How to keep his fair-one's heart; Muft it be by truth of nature? I am loft if we're afunder, Ever tortur'd if we 're friends. XIV. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. XV. Set XV. Set by Mr. SMITH.. NCE I was unconfin'd and free, ON Would I had been fo ftill!. Enjoying sweetest liberty, But now, not master of my heart, That two fhe-tyrants fhall it part, Victoria's will I must obey, She acts without control: Phillis has fuch a taking way, She charms my very foul. Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and fmiles, Into her fnares I run : Victoria fhews me all her wiles, Which yet I dare not fhun. From one I fancy every kifs Has fomething in 't divine; But, when the other I embrace, Methinks 'tis fweet with fuch a lafs |