IV. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 COME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain; Torment not thus your pretty heart; Think, Flavia, we may meet again, As well as, that we now must part. 2 You sigh and weep; the gods neglect 3 We pray, in hopes they will be kind, As if they did regard our state: They hear; and the return we find Is, that no prayers can alter fate. 4 Then clear your brow, and look more gay, Do not yourself to grief resign; Who knows but that those powers may The pair, they now have parted, join! 5 But, since they have thus cruel been, And could such constant lovers sever; I dare not trust, lest now they're in, They should divide us two for ever. 6 Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve, Remembering though upon what score; This our last parting look believe, Believe we must embrace no more. 7 Yet, should our sun shine out at last; And fortune, without more deceit, Throw but one reconciling cast, To make two wandering lovers meet; 8 How great then would our pleasure be, 9 But say, should Heaven bring no relief, V. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 Let perjured fair Amynta know, 2 But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see, VI.- -SET BY MR SMITH. 1 PHILLIS, since we have both been kind, 2 'Tis true, you may with art and pain 3 Then let us free each other's soul, 4 Let us no impositions set, Or clogs upon each other's heart; 5 We both have spent our stock of love, So consequently should be free; Thyrsis expects you in yon grove; And pretty Chloris stays for me. VII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, 2 In vain you fancy to deceive, But this is all a sham; Since any one may plainly see, And with another damn. 1 VIII. SET BY MR SMITH. STILL, Dorinda, I adore; Think I mean not to deceive you; For I loved you much before,. 2 3 4 5 6 And, alas! now love you more, Staying, I my vows shall fail; You, my love, too nicely coy, To my vows I have been true, But I cannot promise too What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish. For in thee strange magic lies, But, Dorinda, you're severe, I most doting, thus to sever; IX. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 Is it, O love, thy want of eyes, 2 If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts "Twould save thee the expense of darts, 3 Forbear, alas! thus to destroy For that which would be stretched by joy, 4 Ah! wound then my relentless fair, For thy own sake and mine; That boundless bliss may be And double glory thine. my share, X.-SET BY MR SMITH. 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 is the most cordial brother, For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other. XI. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 SINCE my words, though ne'er so tender, Cannot make your heart surrender, |