S O N G. 1. ELL me no more I am deceiv'd; TEL That Chloe 's falfe and common: I always knew (at least believ'd) She was a very woman; As fuch, I lik'd, as fuch, carefs'd, II. But, oh! her thoughts on others ran, And what care I one farthing? You think the 's falfe, I'm fure the 's kind; I take her body, you her mind, Who has the better bargain? Bleffings greater none can have, Art thou not Amynta's flave? For Love, ev'n Love himself's no more. S N G. 1 CRUEL Amynta, can you fee A heart thus torn, which you betray'd? Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me, But through your eyes the conquest made. II. In ambush their the traitor lay, Where I was led by faithlefs fmiles: No wretches are so loft as they, Whom much fecurity beguiles. EE, fee, fhe wakes, Sabina wakes! SEE, And now the fun begins to rife; Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks From his bright beams, than her fair eyes. II. With light united, day they give, How many will her coldness kill! Occafioned by a LADY's having writ VERSES in Commendation of a POEM which was written in Praise of another LADY. ARD is the task, and bold th' adventurous flight, HAR Of him, who dares in praife of beauty white; For when to that high theme our thoughts afcend, 'Tis to detract, too poorly to commend. And he, who, praising beauty, does no wrong, E PIG, R A M. Written after the Decease of Mrs. ARABELLÁ HUNT, under her Picture drawn playing on a Lute. WE ERE there on earth another voice like thine, Another hand so bleft with skill divine! The late afflicted world fome hopes might have, And Harmony retrieve thee from the grave. SONG. Would I were free from this restraint, Or I of her a finner! G. A HYMN TO HARMONY, IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY, MDCCI. Set to MUSIC by Mr. JOHN ECCLES. I. Harmony, to thee we fing, To thee the grateful tribute bring All powerful Harmony ! Wife Nature owns thy undisputed sway, And tuneful roll, unerring in their way, Thy voice, O Harmony, with awful found Explore the realms of ancient night, And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd head. CHORU S. Confufion heard thy voice, and fled, And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd head. III. Thou only, goddess, first could'ft tell When |