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see a shared heart, But I, mean while, the fool : Each in it has an equal part,
But neither yet the whole.
Nor will it, if I right forecast,
To either wholly yield :
When both must quit the field.
XVI. Set by Mr. DE FESCH
FAREWEL, Amynta, we must part;
The charm has lost its power, Which held so fast my captiv'd heart
Until this fatal hour,
Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd,
And us’d me ne'er fo ill, Thy cruelty I had excus'd,
And I had lov'd thee still.
But know, my soul disdain'd thy swayne
And scorns thy charms and thee,
As welcome be as me.
How lov'd before thy fall;
alas ! how much disdain'd By me, and scorn’d by all.
Inne One b TO
ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart.
As ever lover gave:
And let the giver live :
Had it been his to give.
I e'er will prove untrue,
With it begin anew.
XVIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
NANNY bluhes when I woo her,
And, with kindly-chiding eyes, Faintly says, I shall undo her,
Faintly, O forbear! she cries. But her breasts while I am pressing,
While to her's my lips I join, Warm'd she seems to taste the blessing,
And her killes answer mine. Undebauch'd by rules of honour,
Innocence with nature charms One bids, gently push me from her,
T'other, take me in her arms.
XIX. Set by Mr. SMITH.
So jealous out of season,
you To make him so with reason.
and I agree
While fretting I must lie alone,
Cursing the powers divine,
A pearl unto a swine.
My burning passion cool;
With thy insipid fool.
XX. Set by C. R. PHILLIS, give this humour over,
We too long have time abus'd; I shall turn an errant rover,
If the favour 's ftill refus'd.
Faith! 'tis nonsense out of measure,
Without ending thus to see Women forc'd to taste a pleasure
Which they love as well as we. Let not pride and folly share you,
We were made but to enjoy ; Ne’er will age or censure spare you,
E’er the more for being coy, Never fancy Time's before you,
Youth, believe me, will away; Then, alas! who will adore you,
Qr to wrinkles tribute pay?
All the swains on you attending
Show how much your charms deserve ; But, mifer-like, for fear of spending,
You amidst your plenty starve, While a thousand freer laffes,
Who their youth and charms employ, *Though your beauty their's surpasses, Live in far more perfect joy.
Hafte to the bower thy swain has made;
XXII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
And snatch'd so foon from those dear arms;
And leave those sweet endearing charms.