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
That precious dew your eyes let fall:
Our joy and grief with like respect
They mind; and that is, not at all.

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,
To find Heaven kinder than believed;
And we, who had no hopes to see
Each other, to be thus deceived!

9 But say, should Heaven bring no relief,
Suppose our sun should never rise:
Why then what's due to such a grief,
We've paid already with our eyes.

V. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

1 Let perjured fair Amynta know,
What for her sake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I sustain
A lingering fever's wasting pain;
Tell her, the torments I endure,
Which only, only she can cure.

2

But, oh! she scorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies so low as me;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas! in vain;
For ne'er 'twas found (though often tried)
That pity ever dwelt with pride.

VI.- -SET BY MR SMITH.

1 PHILLIS, since we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill;
Tell me what pleasure you can find,
In forcing nature 'gainst her will.

2 'Tis true, you may with art and pain
Keep in some glowings of desire;
But still those glowings which remain
Are only ashes of the fire.

3 Then let us free each other's soul,
And laugh at the dull constant fool,
Who would love's liberty control,
And teach us how to whine by rule.

4 Let us no impositions set,

Or clogs upon each other's heart;
But, as for pleasure first we met,
So now for pleasure let us part.

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,
And modestly pretend no more;
It is too plain an art;
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull,
As not to know your heart.

2 In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe

But this is all a sham;

Since any one may plainly see,
You'd only save yourself with me,

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,
Though I force myself to leave you.

Staying, I my vows shall fail;
Virtue yields, as love grows stronger;
Fierce desires will sure prevail;
You are fair; and I am frail,
And dare trust myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy,
Lest I should have gained the treasure,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in silence hid my anguish,

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,
And my heart is too, too tender;
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.

IX. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

1 Is it, O love, thy want of eyes,
Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathise,
Or for each other bleed!

2 If thou wouldst make two youthful hearts
One amorous shaft obey;

"Twould save thee the expense of darts,
And more extend thy sway.

3 Forbear, alas! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power;

For that which would be stretched by joy,
Despair will soon devour.

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,
With sincerest truth expressed,

Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warm your breast;