Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Do not yourself to grief refign;
Who knows but that those powers may

The pair, they now have parted, join?

But, fince they have thus cruel been,
And could fuch conftant lovers fever;
I dare not trust, left, now they 're in,
They fhould divide us two for ever.

Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Remembering though upon what score;
This our laft parting look believe,
Believe we muft embrace no more.

Yet, fhould our fun fhine out at laft;
And Fortune, without more deceit,
Throw but one reconciling caft,

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 fee
Each other, to be thus deceiv'd!

But fay, fhould Heaven bring no relief,
Suppose our fun fhould never rife:
Why then what's due to fuch a grief,
We 've paid already with our eyes.

V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,

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

But, oh! fhe fcorns to hear, or see,
The wretch that lies fo low as me;
Her fudden 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,

And of each other had our fill;

Tell me what pleasure you can find,
In forcing nature 'gainst her will.
'Tis true, you may with art and pain
Keep-in fome glowings of defire;
But ftill those glowings which remain
Are only afhes of the fire.

Then let us free each other's foul,

And laugh at the dull conftant fool, Who would Love's liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule,

Let

Let us no impofitions fet,

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 confequently should be free;
Thyrfis expects you in yon' grove;
And pretty Chloris ftays for me.

VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

HILLIS, this pious talk give o'er,

PHIL

And modeftly pretend no more;

It is too plain an art :

Surely you take me for a fool,

And would by this prove me fo 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 fham :
Since any one may plainly see,

You'd only fave yourself with me,

And with another damn.

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VIII. Set

VIII. Set by Mr. SMITH.

TILL, Dorinda, I adore;

STILL,

Think I mean not to deceive For I lov❜d you much before,

you:

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

Staying, I my vows shall fail;
Virtue yields, as love grows ftronger;
Fierce defires will fure prevail;
You are fair; and I am frail,
And dare truft myself no longer.

You, my love, too nicely coy,
Left I should have gain'd the treasure,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleafing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in filence hid my anguish,
But I cannot promise too

What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee ftrange magick lies, And my heart is too, too tender; Nothing's proof against thofe eyes, Beft refolves and ftricteft ties

To their force muft foon furrender..

But,

But, Dorinda, you 're fevere,
I most doating, thus to fever;
Since from all I hold moft dear,

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

IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

IS it, O Love, thy want of eyes,

Or by the Fates decreed,
That hearts fo feldom fympathize,
Or for each other bleed?

If thou would'st make two youthful hearts
One amorous fhaft obey;

'T would fave thee the expence of darts,
And more extend thy sway.

Forbear, alas! thus to destroy

Thyfelf, thy growing power;

For that which would be stretch'd by joy,
Defpair will foon devour.

Ah! wound then my relentless fair,

For thy own fake and mine;

That boundless blifs may be my share,

And double glory thine.