XX. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.
INCE by ill fate I 'm forc'd away,
And fnatch'd fo foon from thofe dear arms,

Againft my will I must obey,

And leave those sweet endearing charms.

II.

Yet ftill love on, and never fear
But you and conftancy will prove
Enough my present flame to bear,
And make me, tho' in abfence, love.

III.

For tho' your presence Fate denies,
I feel, alas the killing smart,
And can with undiscerned eyes
Behold your picture in my heart.

XXI. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

OUCH the lyre, touch ev'ry ftring;
Touch it, Orpheus; I will fing

A fong which fhall immortal be,
Since the I fing's a deity;

A Leonora, whofe bleft birth

Has no relation to this earth.

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Ah! fair one, why to me fo coy,

And why to him so true?

Who with more coldness flights the joy

Than I with love purfue.

III.

Die, then, unhappy lover, die;

For fince the gives thee death,

The world has nothing that can buy
A minute more of breath.

IV.

Yet tho' I could your fcorn outlive, 'Twere folly, fince to me

Not love itself a joy can give

But, Amoret, in thee.

XXIII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

WELL,

WELL, I will never more complain,
Or call the Fates unkind;

Alas! how fond it is, how vain!

But felf-conceitednefs does reign
In ev'ry mortal mind.

II.

Yet I by this have learn'd the wit

Never to grieve or fret ;

Contently I will fubmit,

And think that best which they think fit,

Without the least regret.

XXIV. SET BY MR. C. R

LOE beauty has, and wit,

CLOE

And an air that is not common;

Ev'ry charm in her does meet,
Fit to make a handfome woman.

But we do not only find

Here a lovely face or feature,
For fhe's merciful and kind;

Beauty's answer'd by good-nature.

III.

She is always doing good,
Of her favours never sparing,
And, as all good Chriftians should,
Keeps poor mortals from despairing.

IV.

Jove the pow'r knew of her charms,
And that no man could endure 'em,
So providing 'gainst all harms,
Gave to her the pow'r to cure 'em,

V.

And 'twould be a cruel thing,

When her black eyes have rais'd defire,
Should the not her bucket bring,

And kindly help to quench the fire.

XXV.

INCE, Moggy, I mun bid adieu,
Now can I help defpairing?

Let cruel Fate us still pursue,

There's nought more worth my caring.

II.

'Twas fhe alone could calm my foul
When racking thoughts did grieve me ;
Her eyes my trouble could control,
And into joys deceive me.

III.

Farewel ye Brooks! no more along
Your banks mun I be walking;
No more you'll hear my pipe or fong,
Or pretty Moggy's talking.

IV.

But I by death an end will give
To grief fince we mun fever ;

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For who can after parting live,
Ought to be wretched ever.

Join'd with time and change of faces,
E'er shall shake my constant mind.

XXVII.

IH My lovely maid,

ASTE, my Nannette,

Hafte to the bow'r

Thy fwain has made.

II. For thee alone.

I made the bow'r,
And ftrew'd the couch
With many a flow'r.

III. None but my sheep
Shall near us come :
Venus be prais'd
My fheep are dumb.
IV. Great god of love
Take thou my crook.

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To keep the wolf
From Nannette's flock.

V. Guard thou the sheep

To her fo dear;

My own, alas!

Are lefs my care.

VI. But of the wolf

If thou'rt afraid.

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W

XXVIII. NELLY.

HILST others proclaim

This nymph or that swain,

Deareft Nelly the lovely I'll fing;
She fhall grace ev'ry verse,

I'll her beauties rehearse,

Which lovers can't think an ill thing.

Her eyes shine as bright

II.

As ftars in the night;
Her complexion's divinely fair;
Her lips red as a cherry,
Wou'd a hermit make merry,
And black as a coal is her hair.

III.

Her breath, like a rofe,
Its fweets does difclofe,
Whenever you ravish a kiss;
Like iv'ry inchas'd,
Her teeth are well plac'd;
An exquifite beauty fhe is.

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IV.

Her plump breasts are white,
Delighting the fight,