XII.

SET

BY

MR. D E FESC H.

MORELLA, charming without art,

And kind without defign, Can never lose the smallest part Of fuch a heart as mine,

Oblig'd a thousand several ways,
It ne'er can break her chains ;
While paffion, which her beauties raise,
My gratitude maintains.

SET

XIII.

SET BY

MR. DE

FES CH.

LOVE! inform thy faithful creature

How to keep his fair-one's heart;
Muft it be by truth of nature?
Or by poor diffembling art?

Tell the fecret, fhew the wonder,
How we both may gain our ends

I am loft if we're afunder,

Ever tortur'd if we 're friends.

;

MR.

XIV.

SET BY

DE FES CH.

TOUCH the lyre, on every string,

Touch it, Orpheus, I will fing,

A fong

A fong which shall immortal be;

Since the I fing 's a deity :
A Leonora, whose bleft birth
Has no relation to this earth.

ONCE

NCE I was unconfin'd and free,

Would I had been fo ftill!

Enjoying sweetest liberty,

And roving at my will.

But now, not master of

Cupid does fo decide,

my heart,

That two fhe-tyrants shall it part,
And fo poor me divide.

Victoria's will I muft obey,

She acts without controul : Phillis has fuch a taking way,

She charms my very foul.

Deceiv'd

Deceiv'd by Phillis' looks and fmiles,

Into her fnares I run :

Victoria fhews me all her wiles,

Which yet I dare not fhun.

From one I fancy every kiss
Has fomething in 't divine;
And, awful, tafte the balmy blifs,
That joins her lips with mine.

But, when the other I embrace,
Though the be not a queen,
Methinks 'tis fweet with fuch a lafs
To tumble on the green.

Thus here you fee a fhared heart,
But I, mean while, the fool :
Each in it has an equal part,
But neither yet the whole.

Nor will it, if I right forecaft,
To either wholly yield:
I find the time approaches faft,
When both muft quit the field.

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XVI.

MR.

SET BY

D E FESC H.

FAREWEL, Amynta, we must part;

The charm has loft its power, Which held fo faft my captiv'd heart Until this fatal hour.

Hadft thou not thus my love abus'd,

And us'd me ne'er so ill,

Thy cruelty I had excus'd,

And I had lov'd thee ftill.

But know, my foul difdain'd thy fway,
And scorns thy charms and thee,
To which each fluttering coxcomb may
As welcome be as me.

Think in what perfect bliss you reign'd,
How lov'd before thy fall;

And now, alas! how much difdain'd
By me, and fcorn'd by all.

Yet