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Let us no impositions set,

Or clogs upon each other's heart; But, as for pleasure first we met,

So now for pleasure let us part.

We both have spent our stock of love,

So consequently should be free;
Thyrsis expects you in yon' grove;
And
pretty

Chloris stays for me.

VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er,

And modestly pretend no more ;
It is too plain an art :
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me so dull,
As not to know

your

heart.

In vain you fancy to deceive,
For truly I can ne'er believe

But this is all a Tham :
Since any one may plainly fee,
You 'd only save yourself with me,

And with another damn.

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VIII. Set

VIII. Set by Mr. SMITH.
STIL

ILL, Dorinda, I adore ;
Think I mean not to deceive you :
For I lov'd

you

much before, And, alas / now love you more, Though I force myself to leave you.

Staying, I my vows shall fail; Virtue yields, as love grows stronger;

Fierce desires will sure prevail ;

You are fair; and I am frail,
And dare trust myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy,
Left I should have gain’d the treasure,

Made my vows and oaths destroy

The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in silence hid my anguish,

But I cannot promise too
What

my
love
may

make me do, While with her for whom I languih.

For in thee strange magick lies,
And

my heart is too, too tender;
Nothing 's proof against those eyes,
Best resolves and strictest ties
To their force must foon surrender.

But,

But, Dorinda, you ’re severe,
I nost doating, thus to sever;

Since from all I hold most dear,
That

you may no longer fear,
I divorce myself for ever.

IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH,

Isit, o Love, thy want of eyes,

Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts so seldom sympathize,

Or for each other bleed ?

If thou would'st make two youthful hearts

One amorous shaft obey;
'T would save thee the expence of darts,

And more extend thy sway.

Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy

Thyself, thy growing power ;
For that which would be stretch'd by joy,

Despair will soon devour.

Ah! wound then my relentless fair,

For thy own sake and mine ;
That boundless bliss may be my share,

And double glory thine.

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X. Set by Mr. SMITH, WHY, Harry, what ails you? why look you fo fad ?

To think and ne'er drink, will make you stark-mada '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. SMITH
SINC

INCE my words, though ne'er so tender,

With sincerest truth exprest,
Cannot make your heart surrender,
Nor so much as warın your

breast :
What will move the springs of nature ?

What will make you think me true.
Tell me, thou myfterious creature,

Tell poor Strephon what will do.
Do not, Charmion, rack

your

lover
Thus, by seeming not to know
What fo plainly all discover,

What his eyes so plainly show.
Fair-one, 'tis yourself deceiving,

'Tis against your Reason's law :
Atheist-like (th' effect perceiving)
Still to disbelieve the cause.

XII. Sec

XII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. MORELLA, charming without art,

And kind without design, Can never lose the smallest part

Of such a heart as mine.
Oblig'd a thousand several ways,

It ne'er can break her chains ;
While paflion, which her beauties raise,

My gratitude maintains.

XIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
Lo
OVE! inform thy faithful creature

How to keep his fair-one's heart;
Must it be by truth of nature :

Or by poor ditlembling art ? Tell the secret, thew the wonder,

How we both may gain our ends ; I am lost if we're afunder,

Ever tortur'd if we re friends.

XIV. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
TOUCH the lyre, on every string,

Touch it, Orpheus, I will fing
A song which shall immortal be;
Since the I sing 's a deity;
A Leonora, whose blest birth
Has no relation to this earth,

XV. Set

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