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And, alas! now love you more, Though I force myself to leave you.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.

5 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.

6 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 my share,
And double glory thine.

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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.

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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;

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;

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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 my heart,
Cupid does so decide,
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.

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