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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;
Chloris stays for me.
VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
And modestly pretend no more ;
In vain you fancy to deceive,
But this is all a Tham :
And with another damn.
VIII. Set by Mr. SMITH.
ILL, Dorinda, I adore ;
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,
You, my love, too nicely coy,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
To my vows I have been true,
But I cannot promise too
make me do, While with her for whom I languih.
For in thee strange magick lies,
my heart is too, too tender;
But, Dorinda, you ’re severe,
Since from all I hold most dear,
you may no longer fear,
IX. Set by Mr. DE FESCH,
Isit, o Love, thy want of eyes,
Or by the Fates decreed,
Or for each other bleed ?
If thou would'st make two youthful hearts
One amorous shaft obey;
And more extend thy sway.
Forbear, alas ! thus to destroy
Thyself, thy growing power ;
Despair will soon devour.
Ah! wound then my relentless fair,
For thy own sake and mine ;
And double glory thine.
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
INCE my words, though ne'er so tender,
With sincerest truth exprest,
What will make you think me true.
Tell poor Strephon what will do.
What his eyes so plainly show.
'Tis against your Reason's law :
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.
It ne'er can break her chains ;
My gratitude maintains.
XIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
How to keep his fair-one's heart;
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 it, Orpheus, I will fing