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All the swains on you attending

Show how much your charms deserve ; But, miser-like, for fear of spending,

You amidst your plenty starve. While a thousand freer lasses,

Who their youth and charms employ,
Though your beauty their's furpafles,
Live in far more perfect joy.

XXI.
HASTE, my Nannette, my lovely maid !

Haste to the bower thy swain has made ;
For thee alone I inade the bower,
And strew'd the couch with many a flower.
None but my sheep shall near us come:
Venus be prais'd ! my sheep are dumb.
Great God of Love ! take thou my crook,
To keep the wolf from Nannette's flock.
Guard thou the sheep, to her so dear;
My own, alas ! are less my care.
But, of the wolf if thou ’rt afraid,
Come not to us to call for aid;
For with her swain my love shall stay,
Though the wolf stroll, and the sheep stray.
XXII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

away,
And snatch'd so foon from those dear arms;
Against my will I must obey,
And leave those sweet endearing charins.

Yet

Yet still love on; and never fear,
But
you

and constancy will prove Enough my present flame to bear,

And make me, though in abfence, love. For, though your presence fate denies,

I feel, alas ! the killing smart; And can, with undiscerned eyes, Behold your picture in my

heart.

XXIII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.

IN
N vain, alas ! poor Strephon tries

To ease his tortur'd breast;
Since Amoret the cure denies,

And makes his pain a jest.
Ah! fair-one, why to me so coy?

And why to him so true,
Who with more coldness slights the joy,

Than I with love pursue?
Die then, unhappy lover ! die;

For, since she gives thee death,
The world has nothing that can buy

A minute more of breath.
Yet, though I could your fcorn outlive,

"Twere fully; since to me Not love itself a joy can give, But, Amoret, in thee.

XXIV. Set

XXIV. Set by Mr. DE FESCH. WELL! I will never more complain,

Or call the Fates unkind; Alas ! how fond it is, how vain ! But self-conceitedness does reign

In every mortal mind.
'Tis true they long did me deny,

Nor would permit a fight;
I rag'd; for I could not espy,
Or think that any harm could lie

Disguis’d in that delight.
At last, my wishes to fulfil,

They did their power resign ;
I saw her; but I wish I still
Had been obedient to their will,

And they not unto mine.
Yet I by this have learnt the wit,

Never to grieve or fret :
Contentedly I will submit,
And think that best which they think fit,

Without the least regret.

XXV. Set by Mr. C. R.
CHLOE
HLOE beauty has and wit,

And an air that is not common;
Every charm in her does meet,

Fit to make a handsome woman. VOL. II.

U

Dut

XXVIII. NELLY. WI

HILST others proclaim

This nymph, or that swain,
Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing ;
She shall grace every

verse,
I'll her beauties rehearse,
Which lovers can't think an ill thing.

Her eyes shine as bright

As stars in the night,
Her complexion divinely is fair;

Her lips, red as a cherry,

Would a hermit make merry, And black as a coal is her hair.

Her breath, like a rose,

Its sweets does disclose, Whenever you ravish a kiss;

Like ivory inchas’d,

Her teeth are well-plac°d, An exquisite beauty she is.

Her plump breasts are white,

Delighting the fight,
There Cupid discovers her charins ;

Oh! spare then the rest,

And think of the best :
Tis Heaven die in her arms.

She's blooming as May,

Brisk, lively, and gay,
The Graces play all round about her ;

She's prudent and witty,

Sings wondrously pretty,
And there is no living without her.

MISCEL

M IS CE L L A NE A.

AD COMITEM DORCESTRIE,

In Annum ineuntem 1684.

A D J A NU M.
Sic
IC tua perpetuis fument altaria donis,

Plurima fic flammæ pabula mittat Arabs;
Sic dum sacra novis redimuntur tempora fertis,

Nestoreos pofcant fæmina virque dies ; Caflide de pofitâ, placide tic nuncia pacis

Janua sopito cardine limen amet : Candida procedant furtivo tempora motu,

Et faveat Domino quælibet hora meo ! Publica conciliis gravibus seu commoda traciet,

Seu vacuum pectus mollior urat amor ; Seu pia mordaci meditetur vulnera chartâ, Vulnera quæ

tali fola levantur ope; Seu legat oblito facilis mea carmina fastu,

O! bene carminibus confule, Dive, meis, Jane fave, Domini veniet natalis ad aras ;

O! superis ipsis facra fit illa dies :
Sacra fit illa dies, niveoque notata lapillo,

Quâ tulit illustris nobile mater onus,
Quâ mibi, patronum gestit, gentique Quiritem,
Artificique Dco poene deditle parem.

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