Then clear your brow, and look more gay, The pair, they now have parted, join? But, fince they have thus cruel been, Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve, Yet, fhould our fun fhine out at laft; To make two wandering lovers meet; How great then would our pleasure be, But fay, fhould Heaven bring no relief, V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. LET perjur'd fair Amynta know, What for her fake I undergo; But, oh! fhe fcorns to hear, or see, 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, 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 ; We both have spent our stock of love, 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, In vain you fancy to deceive, But this is all a fham : You'd only fave yourself with me, And with another damn. T 3 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, Staying, I my vows shall fail; You, my love, too nicely coy, To my vows I have been true, 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, That you may no longer fear, IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. IS it, O Love, thy want of eyes, Or by the Fates decreed, If thou would'st make two youthful hearts 'T would fave thee the expence of darts, Forbear, alas! thus to destroy Thyfelf, thy growing power; For that which would be stretch'd by joy, Ah! wound then my relentless fair, For thy own fake and mine; That boundless blifs may be my share, And double glory thine. |