Youth doth a thousand pleasures,bring, IV. Now Love, that everlasting boy, invites Slowly fhe promises at night to meet, But eagerly prevents the hour with swifter feet, Would more unwillingly depart, The whispers of her heart. Still fhe invites and ftill denies, And vows the 'll leave you if you 're rude; But flies to be purfu'd : If from his fight she does herfelf convey, SONG. I look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I could speak, And very fain would have been at her; But when I ftrove moft my great paffion to break, II. I fwore to myself, and refolv'd I would try III. Dear Calia, be kind then; and fince your own eyes Give mine leave to talk too, and do not defpife IV. We'll look, and we 'll love, and though neither fhould fpeak, The pleasure we 'll ftill be pursuing; And fo, without words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this wooing. THE RECONCILIATION. FA RECITATIV E. AIR Cælia love pretended, His heart with rage o’erflowing, To all the fex deceitful, A long and laft adieu; Since women prove ungrateful As oft as men prove true. The pains they cause are many, And long and hard to bear, The joys they give (if any) RECITATIVE. But Cælia now, repenting She blush'd, and laid his paffion; And fung this recantation: t PALINODE. How engaging, how endearing, Is a Lover's pain and care! Women wife increase defiring, By contriving kind delays; And advancing, or retiring, All they mean is more to please. A B SE NC E. ALAS! what pains, what racking thoughts he proves, Who lives remov'd from her he deareft loves! In cruel abfence doom'd paft joys to mourn, SONG IN DIALOGUE, FOR TWO WOMEN. I. I Love, and am belov'd again, Strephon no more shall sigh in vain ; I've try'd his faith, and found him truc, And all my coyness bid adieu. 2. I love, and am belov'd again, Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain; I'm fure he 's mine, while I refuse him, 1. Men will grow faint with tedious fasting: 2. And both will tire with often tafting, When they find the blifs not lafting. 1. Love is compleat in kind poffeffing. 2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the bleffing. CHORUS OF BOтн. Then let us beware how far we consent, And granting defire We feed not the fire, But make it more quickly expire. SONG. |