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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,
And proud to be your slave.

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.

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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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1 PHILLIS, give this humour over,
We too long have time abused;
I shall turn an arrant rover,
If the favour’s still refused.

2 Faith ! 'tis nonsense out of measure,
Without ending thus to see
Women forced to taste a pleasure
Which they love as well as we.

3 Let not pride and folly share you,
We were made but to enjoy;
Ne'er will age or censure spare you,
E'er the more for being coy.

4 Never fancy time's before you,
Youth, believe me, will away;
Then, alas! who will adore you,
Or to wrinkles tribute pay!

5 All the Swains on you attending
Show how much your charms deserve;
But, miser like, for fear of spending,
You amidst your plenty starve.

6 While a thousand freer lasses,
Who their youth and charms employ;
Though your beauty theirs surpasses,
Live in far more perfect joy.

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HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid, Haste to the bower thy swain has made;

For thee alone I made the bower,
And strewed the couch with many a flower.
None but my sheep shall near us come:
Venus be praised! my sheep are dumb'
Great god of love, take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock!
Guard thou the sheep, to her so dear;
My own, alas, are less my care.
But, of the wolf if thou’rt afraid,
Come not to us to call for aid;
For with her swain my love shall stay,
Though the wolf prowl, and the sheep stray.

XXII.-SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

SINCE by ill fate I’m forced away,
And snatched so soon from those dear arms;

Against my will I must obey,
And leave those sweet endearing charms.

Yet still love on; and never fear,
But you and constancy will prove

Enough my present flame to bear,
And make me, though in absence, love.

For, though your presence fate denies,
I feel, alas! the killing smart;

And can with undiscerned eyes
Behold your picture in my heart.

XXIII.-SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

IN vain, alas! poor Strephon tries
To ease his tortured breast;

Since Amoret the cure denies,
And makes his pain a jest.

2 Ah! fair one, why to me so coy, And why to him so true; Who with more coldness slights the joy, Than I with love pursue?

3 Die then, unhappy lover! die,
For, since she gives thee death,
The world has nothing that can buy
A minute more of breath.

4 Yet, though I could your scorn outlive,
"Twere folly; since to me
Not love itself a joy can give,
But, Amoret, in thee.

XXIV.-SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

1 WELL! I will never more complain,
Or call the fates unkind;
Alas, how fond it is, how vain!
But self-conceitedness does reign
In every mortal mind.

2 "Tis true they long did me deny,
Nor would permit a sight;
I raged; for I could not espy,
Or think that any harm could lie
Disguised in that delight.

3 At last, my wishes to fulfill,
They did their power resign;
I saw her; but I wish I still
Had been obedient to their will,
And they not unto mine.

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