2 What will move the springs of nature; 3 Do not, Charmion, rack your lover 4 Fair one, 'tis yourself deceiving, XII. -SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 MORELLA, charming without art, 2 Obliged a thousand several ways, XIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 Love, inform thy faithful creature 2 Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends; I am lost if we're asunder, XIV.- -SET BY MR DE FESCH. TOUCH the lyre, on every string, XV. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 ONCE I was unconfined and free, 2 But now, not master of That two she-tyrants shall it part, 3 Victoria's will I must obey, 4 Deceived by Phillis' looks and smiles. Into her snares I run; Victoria shows me all her wiles, 5 From one I fancy every kiss Has something in 't divine; And, awful, taste the balmy bliss, 6 But, when the other I embrace, Though she be not a queen, Methinks 'tis sweet with such a lass To tumble on the green. 7 Thus here you see a shared heart, 8 Nor will it, if I right forecast, XVI. -SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 FAREWELL, Amynta, we must part; The charm has lost its power, Which held so fast my captived heart Until this fatal hour. 2 Hadst thou not thus my love abused, And used me ne'er so ill, Thy cruelty I had excused, And I had loved thee still. 3 But know, my soul disdains thy sway, 4 Think in what perfect bliss you reigned, How loved before thy fall; And now, alas! how much disdained 5 Yet thinking of each happy hour, 6 But pride will never let me bow, No more thy charms can move; XVII.- -SET BY MR SMITH. 1 ACCEPT, my love, as true a heart 'Tis free (it vows) from any art, 2 Then take it kindly, as 'twas meant, Who with it would the world have sent, 3 And, that Dorinda may not fear My vows shall, ending with the year, XVIII. SET BY MR DE FESCH. 1 NANNY blushes when I woo her, And, with kindly-chiding eyes, Faintly says, I shall undo her, 2 But her breasts while I am pressing, 3 Undebauched by rules of honour, One bids, gently push me from her, XIX. SET BY MR SMITH. 1 SINCE We your husband daily see So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree To make him so with reason. 2 I'm vexed to think, that every night 3 While fretting I must lie alone, 4 Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, Let me at least in thee have part |