2 What will move the springs of nature; 3 Do not, Charmion, rack your lover Thus by seeming not to know What so plainly all discover, What his eyes so plainly show. 4 Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving, XII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 MORELLA, charming without art, 2 Obliged a thousand several ways, XIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 Love, inform thy faithful creature 2 Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends; I am lost if we're asunder, XIV. SET BY MR DE FESCH. TOUCH the lyre, on every string, XV.-SET BY MR SMITH. 1 ONCE I was unconfined and free, Enjoying sweetest liberty, 2 But now, not master of Cupid does so decide, my heart, That two she-tyrants shall it part, 3 Victoria's will I must obey, 4 Deceived by Phillis' looks and smiles, Into her snares I run; Victoria shows me all her wiles, 5 From one I fancy every kiss And, awful, taste the balmy bliss, 6 But, when the other I embrace, 7 Thus here you see a shared heart, 8 Nor will it, if I right forecast, XVI. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; The charm has lost its power, Which held so fast my captived heart Until this fatal hour. 2 Hadst thou not thus my love abused, And used me ne'er so ill, Thy cruelty I had excused, And I had loved thee still. 3 But know, my soul disdains thy sway, 4 Think in what perfect bliss you reigned, How loved before thy fall; And now, alas! how much disdained 5 Yet thinking of each happy hour, 6 But pride will never let me bow, No more thy charms can move; XVII. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart As ever lover gave; "Tis free (it vows) from any art, 2 Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant, And let the giver live; Who with it would the world have sent, Had it been his to give. 3 And, that Dorinda may not fear My vows shall, ending with the year, XVIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 NANNY blushes when I woo her, And, with kindly-chiding eyes, Faintly says, I shall undo her, 2 But her breasts while I am pressing, While to hers my lips I join, Warmed she seems to taste the blessing, And her kisses answer mine. 3 Undebauched by rules of honour, One bids, gently push me from her, XIX. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 SINCE We your husband daily see So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree To make him so with reason. 2 I'm vexed to think, that every night Tasting the most divine delight, charms; 3 While fretting I must lie alone, 4 Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, Let me at least in thee have part |