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But pass

These honours on thee laid,
Can they e'er make thee white ?
Don't Gaphny's blood, which thou hast shed,

Thy guilty soul affright?
Oh! is there not, grim mortal, tell,

Places of bliss 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 refind,

And set thy wit to sale.
How thou art lost to sense and shame,

Three countries witness be :
Thy conduct all just men do blame,

Libera nos, Domine !
Dame Justice waits thee, well I ween,

Her sword is brandith'd high:
Nought can thee from her vengeance screen,

Nor canst thou from her fly.
Heavy her ire will fall on thee,

The glittering steel is sure:
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 sincere,
Thou ne'er wilt be De Witted.

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in ; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and Love but folly ;

Only Friendship truly pleases.
My wealth, my books, my Alalk, my Molly;

Farewell all, if Friendship cease

II. Set by Mr. PURCELL.

WH

HITHER would my passion run?

Shall I fly her, or pursue her? Losing her, I am undone ;

Yet would not gain her, to undo her. Ye tyrants of the human breaft,

Love and Reafon ! cease your war, And order Death to give me rest;

So each will equal triumph fare.

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III. Set

III. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

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TREPHONETTA, why d'ye ily me,

With such rigour in your eyes ?
Oh ! 'tis cruel to deny me,
Since
your

charms I so much prize.

But I plainly see the reason,

Why in vain I you pursued; Her to gain 'twas out of season,

Who before the chaplain woo’d.

IV. Set by Mr. SMITH.

for 'tis in vain;
OME, weep no more,
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Torment not thus your pretty

heart : Think, Flavia, we may meet again,

As well as, that we now must part.

You sigh and weep; the Gods neglect

That precious dew your eyes let fall : Our joy and grief with like respect

They mind; and that is, not at all. We pray, in hopes they will be kind,

As if they did regard our state : They hear; and the return we find

Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.

Then

Then clear your brow, and look more gay,

Do not yourself to grief resign ; Who knows but that those powers may

The pair, they now have parted, join? But, since they have thus cruel been,

And could such constant lovers sever; I dare not trust, leit, now they ’re in,

They should divide us two for ever. Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,

Remembering though upon what score; This our last parting look believe,

Believe we must embrace no more.

Yet, should our fun shine out at last;

And Fortune, without more deceit, Throw but one reconciling cast,

To make two wandering lovers meet;

How great then would our pleasure be,

To find Heaven kinder than believ'd; And we, who had no hopes to see

Each other, to be thus deceiv'd !

But say, should Heaven bring no relief,

Suppose our fun should never rise : Why then what 's due to such a grief,

We've paid already with our eyes.

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V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,

What for her fake I undergo;
Tell her, for her how I fustain
A lingering fever's wafting pain;
Tell her, the torments I endure,
Which only, only the can cure.

But, oh! the scorns to hear, or fee,
The wretch that lies so low as me ;
Her sudden greatness turns her brain,
And Strephon hopes, alas ! in vain :
For ne'er 'twas found (though often try'd)
That pity ever dwelt with pride.

VI. Set by Mr. SMITH PHILLIS, fince we have both been kind,

; Tell me what pleasure you can find,

In forcing nature gainst her will. 'Tis true, you may with art and pain

Keep-in fomne glowings of desire;
But ftill those glowings which remain

Are only ashes of the fire.
Then let us free each other's soul,

And laugh at the dull constant foot,
Who would Lore's liberty control,
And teach us how to whine by rule,

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