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2 What will move the springs of nature;
What will make you think me true;
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,
Tell poor Strephon what will do!

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,
'Tis against your reason's laws;
Atheist-like the effect perceiving,
Still to disbelieve the cause.

XII. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

1 MORELLA, charming without art,
And kind without design,
Can never loose the smallest part
Of such a heart as mine.

2 Obliged a thousand several ways,
It ne'er can break her chains;
While passion, which her beauties raise,
My gratitude maintains.

XIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

1 Love, inform thy faithful creature
How to keep his fair one's heart;
Must it be by truth of nature,
Or by poor dissembling art!

2 Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends;

I am lost if we're asunder,
Ever tortured if we're friends.

XIV. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

TOUCH the lyre, on every string,
Touch it, Orpheus, I will sing,
A song which shall immortal be;
Since she I sing's a deity:
A Leonora, whose blest birth
Has no relation to this earth.

XV.-SET BY MR SMITH.

1 ONCE I was unconfined and free,
Would I had been so still!

Enjoying sweetest liberty,
And roving at my will.

2 But now, not master of Cupid does so decide,

my heart,

That two she-tyrants shall it part,
And so poor me divide.

3 Victoria's will I must obey,
She acts without control:
Phillis has such a taking way,
She charms my very soul.

4 Deceived by Phillis' looks and smiles, Into her snares I run;

Victoria shows me all her wiles,
Which yet I dare not shun.

5 From one I fancy every kiss
Has something in 't divine;

And, awful, taste the balmy bliss,
That joins her lips with mine.

6 But, when the other I embrace,
Though she be not a queen,
Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass
To tumble on the green.

7 Thus here you see a shared heart,
But I, meanwhile, the fool;
Each in it has an equal part,
But neither yet the whole.

8 Nor will it, if I right forecast,
To either wholly yield;
I find the time approaches fast,
When both must quit the field.

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,
And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each fluttering coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

4 Think in what perfect bliss you reigned, How loved before thy fall;

And now, alas! how much disdained
By me, and scorned by all.

5 Yet thinking of each happy hour,
Which I with thee have spent,
So robs my rage of all its power,
That I almost relent.

6 But pride will never let me bow,

No more thy charms can move;
Yet thou art worth my pity now,
Because thou hadst my love.

XVII. SET BY MR SMITH.

1 ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart As ever lover gave;

"Tis free (it vows) from any art,

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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
I e'er will prove untrue,

My vows shall, ending with the year,
With it begin anew.

XVIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH.

1 NANNY blushes when I woo her, And, with kindly-chiding eyes,

Faintly says, I shall undo her,
Faintly, O forbear! she cries.

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,
Innocence with nature charms;

One bids, gently push me from her,
The other, take me in her arms.

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
A sot, within thy arms,

Tasting the most divine delight,
Should sully all your

charms;

3 While fretting I must lie alone,
Cursing the powers divine,
That undeservedly have thrown
A pearl unto a swine.

4 Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart,
My burning passion cool;

Let me at least in thee have part
With thy insipid fool.

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