Thus here you fee a shared heart, But I, mean while, the fool: Nor will it, if I right forecast, XVI. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. FA AREWEL, Amynta, we must part; · Which held fo faft my captiv'd heart Until this fatal hour. Hadft 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 ftill. But know, my foul disdain'd thy fway, Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd, And now, alas! how much difdain'd By me, and scorn'd by all. Yet Yet thinking of each happy hour, But pride will never let me bow, No more thy charms can move : Yet thou art worth my pity now, Because thou hadst my love. XVII. Set by Mr. SMITH. ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart. As ever lover gave: 'Tis free (it vows) from any art, Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant, And let the giver live : Who, with it, would the world have fent, Had it been his to give. And, that Dorinda may not fear I e'er will prove untrue, My vows fhall, ending with the With it begin anew. year, XVIII. Ser XVIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. ANNY blufhes when I woo her, NA And, with kindly-chiding eyes, Faintly fays, I fhall undo her, Faintly, O forbear! fhe cries. But her breasts while I am preffing, Undebauch'd by rules of honour, One bids, gently push me from her, XIX, Set by Mr. SMITH. SINCE we your husband daily fee So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree night I'm vext to think, that every Should fully all your charms. While fretting I must lie alone, Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, XX. Set by C. R. PHILLIS, give this humour over, We too long have time abus'd ; I fhall turn an errant rover, If the favour's ftill refus'd. Faith! 'tis nonfenfe out of measure, Let not pride and folly share you, Never fancy Time's before you, All All the fwains on you attending Show how much your charms deferve; Who their youth and charms employ, XXI. HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid! Hafte to the bower thy fwain has made; For thee alone I made the bower, And ftrew'd the couch with many a flower. For with her fwain my love shall stay, XXII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. INCE by ill fate I'm forc'd away, SINCE And fnatch'd fo foon from those dear arms; Against my will I must obey, And leave thofe fweet endearing charms. Yet |