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Nothing's proof against those eyes, Best resolves and strictest ties To their force must soon surrender.
But, Dorinda, you’re severe, I most doting, thus to sever;
Since from all I hold most dear,
That you may no longer fear, I divorce myself for ever.
Is it, O love, thy want of eyes,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,
If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts One amorous shaft obey;
'Twould save thee the expense of darts, And more extend thy sway.
Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy
For that which would be stretch'd by joy
Ah! wound then, my relentless fair,
That boundless bliss may be my share,
WHY, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad? To think and ne'er drink, will make you stark mad. 'Tis the mistress, 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 strengthens the other.
SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
What will move the springs of nature?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,
Do not, Charmion, rack your lover
What so plainly all discover,
Fair one, ’tis yourself deceiving,
Atheist-like (th’ effect perceiving)
SET BY MR. DE FESCH.
MoRELLA, charming without art,
Can never lose the smallest part
Oblig'd a thousand several ways,
While passion, which her beauties raise,
• SET BY MR. DE FESCH.
LovE, inform thy faithful creature
Must it be by truth of nature?
Tell the secret, show the wonder,
I am lost if we’re asunder,
Ever tortur'd if we’re friends.
ToUCH the lyre, on every string,
A song which shall immortal be;
ONCE I was unconsin’d and free,
Enjoying sweetest liberty,
But now, not master of my heart,
That two she-tyrants shall it part,
Victoria's will I must obey,
Phillis has such a taking way,
Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smiles,
Victoria shows me all her wiles,
From one I fancy every kiss
But, when the other I embrace,
Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass
Thus here you see a shared heart,
|Each in it has an equal part,
Nor will it, if I right forecast,
I find the time approaches fast,
FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part;
Which held so fast my captiv'd heart
But know, my soul disdains thy sway, And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each fluttering coxcomb may As welcome be as me.