Nothing's proof against those eyes, Best resolves and strictest ties To their force must soon surrender. But, Dorinda, you're severe, IX. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. Is it, O love, thy want of eyes, Or for each other bleed? 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 Thyself, thy growing power; For that which would be stretch'd by joy Despair will soon devour. Ah! wound then, my relentless fair, For thy own sake and mine; That boundless bliss may be my share, And double glory thine. X. SET BY MR. SMITH. War, 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. XI. SET BY MR. SMITH. SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender, What will move the springs of nature? Do not, Charmion, rack your lover Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving, XII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. MORELLA, charming without art, Oblig'd a thousand several ways, XIII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. LOVE, inform thy faithful creature Tell the secret, show 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 the lyre, on every string, A song which shall immortal be; XV. SET BY MR. SMITH. ONCE I was unconfin❜d and free, And roving at my will. But now, not master of my Cupid does so decide, heart, That two she-tyrants shall it part, Victoria's will I must obey, She acts without control: Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smiles, Victoria shows me all her wiles, Which yet I dare not shun. From one I fancy every kiss But, when the other I embrace, Thus here you see a shared heart, Nor will it, if I right forecast, XVI. SET BY MR. DE FESCH. FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd, Thy cruelty I had excus'd, And I had lov'd thee still. But know, my soul disdains thy sway, |