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These honours on thee laid,
Thy guilty soul affright?
Places of bliss and woe?
But whither wilt thou go?
Wilt thou for ever rail?
And set thy wit to sale.
Three countries witness be :
Libera nos, Domine !
Her sword is brandith'd high:
Nor canst thou from her fly.
The glittering steel is sure:
She cuts off the impure.
Think on thy crimes committed :
in ; Wine breeds vices and diseases; Wealth is but care, and Love but folly ;
Only Friendship truly pleases.
Farewell all, if Friendship cease
II. Set by Mr. PURCELL.
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.
III. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
TREPHONETTA, why d'ye ily me,
With such rigour in your eyes ?
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;
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 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.
V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
What for her fake I undergo;
But, oh! the scorns to hear, or fee,
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;
Are only ashes of the fire.
And laugh at the dull constant foot,