IV.

Ah! wound then my relentless fair,
For thy own sake and mine,
That boundless bliss may be my share,
And double glory thine.

X. SET BY MR. SMITH.

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's the most cordial brother, For one it relieves, and it strengthens the other.

XI. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

MORELLA, charming without art,

And kind without design,

Can never lose the smallest part
Of such a heart as mine.

II.

Oblig'd a thousand sev ral ways,
It ne er can break her chains,
While passion, which her beauties raise,
My gratitude maintains.

SINCE

XII. SET BY MR. SMITH.

I.

my words, tho' ne'er so tender,

With sincerest truth exprest, Cannot make your heart surrender, Nor so much as warm your breast;

11.

What will move the strings of Nature?
What will make you think me true?
Tell me, thou mysterious creature,
Tell poor Strephon what will do.

III.

Do not, Charmion, rack your lover
Thus, by seeming not to know

What so plainly all discover,
What his eyes so plainly show.

IV.

Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving,
'Tis against your reason's laws;
Atheists like, (th' effect perceiving)
Still to disbelieve the cause.

XIII. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

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?

II.

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

I am lost if we're asunder,

Ever tortur'd if we're friends.

XIV. SET BY MR. SMITH.

I.

ONCE

NCE I was unconfin'd and free,

Would I had been so still!

Enjoying sweetest liberty,

And roving at my will.

II.

But now, not master of my heart,

Cupid does so decide,

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

III.

Victoria's will I must obey,

She acts without controul;

Phillis has such a taking way,

She charms my very soul.

IV.

Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and smil s

Into her snares I run;

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

v.

From one I fancy ev'ry kiss
Has something in't divine,
And awful taste the balmy bliss
That joins her lips with mine

VI.

But when with t'other I embrace,

Tho' she be not a queen, Methinks 'tis sweet, with such a lass,

To tumble on the green.

VII.

Thus here you see a shared heart,
But I mean while the fool

Each in it has an equal part,
But neither yet the whole.

VIII

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

XV. SET BY MR. DE FESCH.

I.

FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part!
The charm has lost its pow'r,
Which held so fast my captiv'd heart
Until this fatal hour.

II.

Hadst thou not thus my love abus'd,
And us'd me ne'er so ill,

Thy cruelty I had excus'd,

And I had lov'd thee still.

III.

But know, my soul disdain'd thy sway,
And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each flutt'ring coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

IV.

Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,

How lov'd before thy fall,

And now,

By me,

alas! how much disdain'd

and scorn'd by all.

V.

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