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"Commemorate, my fons, the day
“Which gave great Anna birth :
“Keep it for ever and for aye,
“And annual be your mirth!"

Illuftrious George now fills the throne,
Our wife benign good King:

Who can his wondrous deeds make known ?
Or his bright actions fing?

Thee, favourite Nero, he has deign'd

To raife to high degree!

Well thou thy honours hast sustain’d,
Well vouch'd thy ancestry.

But pafs-Thefe honours on thee laid,
Can they e'er make thee white ?

Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou haft shed,
Thy guilty foul affright ?

Oh! is there not, grim mortal, tell,

Places of blifs and woe?

Oh! is there not a heaven, a hell;
But whither wilt thou go?

Can nought change thy obdurate mind?

Wilt thou for ever rail?

The prophet on thee well refin'd,

And fet thy wit to fale.

How

How thou art loft to fenfe and shame,

Three countries witnefs be:

Thy conduct all just men do blame,
LIBERA NOS, DOMINE!

Dame Juftice waits thee, well I ween,
Her fword is brandish'd high :
Nought can thee from her vengeance fcreen,
Nor canft thou from her fly.

Heavy her ire will fall on thee,
The glittering fteel is fure:
Sooner or later, all agree,
She cuts off the impure.

To her I leave thee, gloomy peer!;
Think on thy crimes committed:

Repent, and be for once fincere,
Thou ne'er wilt be De-Witted.

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READING ends in melancholy;

Wine breeds vices and diseases;
Wealth is but care, and Love but folly;
Only Friendship truly pleases.

My wealth, my books, my flafk, my Molly;
Farewell all, if Friendship ceases.

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II.

SET BY

MR.

PURCEL L.

WHITHER would my paffion run?

Shall I fly her, or purfue her? Lofing her, I am undone;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her.

The tyrants of the human breast,
Love and Reason! cease your war,
And order Death to give me reft;
So each will equal triumph fhare.

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III.

SET BY

MR. DE FESC H.

STREPHONETTA, why d’ye fly me,

With fuch rigour in your eyes?

Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,

Since your charms I so much prize.

But I plainly fee the reason,

Why in vain I you purfu'd;

Her to gain 'twas out of season,
Who before the chaplain woo'd.

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