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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 scorn outlive,
'Twere folly ; since to me Not love itself a joy can give,
But, Amoret, in thee.
SET BY MR. DE FESCH.
WELL! I will never more complain,
Or call the fates unkind;
'Tis true they long did me deny,
Nor would permit a sight ;
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,
Nerer to grieve or fret: Contentedly I will submit, And think that best which they think fit,
Without the least regret.
SET BY JR. C. R.
Chloe beauty has and wit,
And an air that is not common; Every charm in her does meet,
Fit to make a handsome woman.
But we do not only find
Here a lovely face or feature; For she's merciful and kind,
Beauty's answer'd by good nature. She is always doing good,
Of her favours never sparing, And, as all good christians should,
Keeps poor mortals from despairing. Jove the power knew of her charms,
And that no man could endure them, So, providing 'gainst all harms,
Gave to her the power to cure them,
And 'twould be a cruel thing,
When her black eyes have rais’d desire, Should she not her bucket bring,
And kindly help to quench the fire.
SINCE, Moggy, 1 mun bid adieu,
How can I help despairing ?
There's nought more worth my caring.
'Twas she alone could calm my soul,
When racking thoughts did grieve me; Her eyes my trouble could control,
And into joys deceive me.
Farewell, ye brooks; no more along
Your banks mun Í be walking:
Or pretty Moggy's talking.
But I by death an end will give
To grief, since we mun sever:
Ought to be wretched ever.
Some kind angel, gently flying,
Mov'd with pity at my pain,
Till with joy we meet again.
Tell Corinna, since we parted,
I have never known delight: And shall soon be broken-hearted,
If I longer want her sight.
Tell her how her lover, mourning,
Thinks each lazy day a year; Cursing every morn returning,
Since Corinna is not here.
Tell her too, not distant places,
Will she be but true and kind, Join'd with time and change of faces,
E’er shall shake my constant mind.
WHILST others proclaim
This rymph 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 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 sight,
then the rest,
She's blooming as May,
Brisk, lively, and gay, ; The Graces play all round about her;
She's prudent and witty,
Sings wondrously pretty,