Her skin is fmooth, complexion black,
And has a moft delicious fmack;
Then kifs and never spare it,
"Tis a bottle of good claret,

If you her excellence would taste,
Be sure you use her kind, Sir,
Clap your hands about her waift,
And raise her up behind, Sir;
As for her bottom, never doubt,
Push but home, and you'll find it out;
Then drink and never spare it,
"Tis a bottle of good claret.

SONG XCIX.

Surprifing lovely fair!
Who with Chloe can compare
Sure the's form'd for beauty's queen,

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Her wit, her fhape, her grace, her mien,
By far excels all nymphs I've feen;
No mortal eye

Can view her nigh,

Too exquifite for human fight to fee:
Tho' fhe ne'er may be kind,
Nor for me e'er defign'd,

Yet I love, I love, I love,

The charming the..

Their fports were innocent and gay,
Mix'd with a manly air;

They'd fing and dance, and pipe and play,
Each ftrove to please, fome different way,
This dear inchanting fair.

The

The ambitious ftrife she did admire,
And equally approve,

Till Phaon's tuneful voice and lyre,
Which fofteft mufic did infpire
Her foul to generous love.

;

Their wonted sports the reft declin'd,
Their arts prov'd all in vain
Aurelia's conftant now they find,
The more they languish and repin'd,
The more fhe loves the wain.

SONG CIII.

Go, 80, 80, 80, falsest of thy fex, be gone,

Leave, leave, ab leave me, leave me to myjelf alone!

Why would you ftrive by fond pretence,

Thus to deftroy my innocence ?

Go, go, &c.

leave, leave, &c.

Young Celia, you too late betray'd, Then thus you did the nymph upbraid, "Love, like a dream ufher'd by night, Flies the approach of morning-light. leave, leave, &c.

Go, go, &c.

She that believes man when he fwears,
Or leaft regards his oaths and prayers,
May fhe, fond fhe, be most accurft;
Nay more, be fubject to his luft.
Go, go, &c. leave, leave, &c..

SONG CIV.

Belinda, with affected mien,

Tries all the power of art;

Yet finds her efforts all in vain,
To gain a fingle heart:
Whilft Chloe, in a different way,
Is but herself, to please,

And makes new conquefts every day,
Without one borrow'd grace.

Belinda's haughty air destroys
What native charms inspire;
While Chloe's artless shining eyes
Set all the world on fire:
Belinda may our pity move;
But Chloe gives us pain,

And while fhe fmiles us into love,
Her fifter frowns in vain.

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Yet the amorous youth,
To relieve his foft pain,
The flumb'ring maid carefs'd;
And with trembling hand
(O fimple poor fwain !)
Her glowing bofom prefs'd:
When the virgin awak'd,
And affrighted flew,
Yet look'd as wishing
He wou'd purfue :

With a fa, la, la, la, &c.
But Damon mifs'd his cue.

Now, now repenting,
That he had let her fly,
Himself he thus accus'd,

What a dull and a stupid
Blockhead was I,

That fuch a chance abus'd?

Το

my fhame 'twill now
On the plains be faid,
Damon a virgin
Afleep betray'd,

With a fa, la, la, &c.

And let her go a maid.

SONG CVI.

W

Hile filently I lov'd, nor dar'd
To tell my crime aloud,

The influence of your smiles I fhar'd,

In common with the croud.

But when I once my

flames expreft,

In hopes to ease my pain,

You fingl'd me out from all the reft,
The mark of your disdain.

If thus, Corinna, you fhall frown
On all that I adore,

Then all mankind must be undone,
Or you must smile no more.

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