A Sigh or Tear perhaps she'd give,
But Love on Pity cannot live;

Tell her that Hearts for Hearts were made;
And Love with Love is only paid:
Tell her my Pains so fast encrease,
That foon they will be past Redress :
For ah! the Wretch that speechless lies,
Attends but Death to close his Eyes.

SONG CCL. Fancelia's Heart, &c.

ANCELIA's Heart is till the fame,
Hard and cold as Winter's Morning,

FA

Tho' my Love is ever burning;
Yet no Frowns or Smiles can ever
Melt her Ice, or cool my Fever,
Melt her Ice, or cool my Fever.

So long I talk and think of Love,

All the Groves and Streams can name her;
All the Nymphs and Echo's blame her,
If he keeps her cruel Fashion,

Nought but Death can ease my Paffion.
Of all the Charms that Lovers have
All the Sighs, the Groans, the Anguish,
All the Looks with which I languish
Move not her to any Feeling,

Beauty takes Delight in Killing.

SONG CCLI. All my past, &c.

A'

LL my paft Life is mine no more,
The flying Hours are gone,

Like tranfitory Dreams giv'n o'er,
Whose Images are kept in Store,
By Memory alone.

Whatever is to come is not,

How can it then be mine?

The prefent Moment's all my Lot,
And that as fast as it is got,

Phillis is only thine.

Then talk not of Inconftancy,

Falfe Hearts and broken Vows:

If I by Miracle can be

This long-liv'd Minute true to thee,
It's all that Heav'n allows.

SONG CCLII: When I fee, &c.

WE Hen I fee my Strephon languish,

With Lucinda's Charms oppreft;

When I fee his Pain and Anguish,
Pity moves my tender Breast:
Sighs fo foft, and Tears fo moving,
Who can fee and hold from loving?
Sighs fo foft, &c.

Strephon's plain and humble Nature

Mov'd me first to hear his Tale: Strepbon's Truth by ev'ry Creature, Is proclaim'd through all the Vale: There's not a Nymph that would not chufe him, Why fhould I alone refufe him?

There's not, &c.

SONG CCLIII. In vain he, &c.

Ń vain the frowns, in vain he tries

IN

The Darts of her difdainful Eyes;

She ftill is charming, ftill is fair,

And I must love, tho' I despair:

Nor can I of my Fate complain, or her Difdain,
Who would not die to be fa fweetly flain!
Like those who Magick Spells employ,
At Diftance wound, and those destroy;
She kills with her fevere Difdain,
And abfent I endure the Pain:

But fpare, O fpare your cruel Art! the fatal Darg)
Stabs your own Image in your Lover's Heart.

SONG CCLIV. Lovely Laurinda! &a

Loff on your

If on your beauteous Looks I gaze;
M

How can I help it, when I fee
Something fo charming in your Face!
That like a bright unclouded Sky,

When in the Air the Sun-beams play;
It ravishes my wandring Eye,

And warms me with a pleafing Ray.
SONG CCLV. Poor Cleonice, &.
Oor Cleonice thy Garlands tear
From off thy widow'd Brow;
And bind thy loofe difhevell'd Hair
With Yew and Cypress now:
And fince the Gods decreed his Years
Should have fo fhort a Date;
Let thy fad Eyes pay Seas of Tears
In Tribute to his Fate,

The Trees a duller Green have worn
Since that dear Swain is gone;

The tender Flocks their Pafture mourn,

And bleat a fadder Moan:

The Birds that did frequent these Groves,

To happy Manfions fly;

And all that once fmil'd on our Loves,
Now feem to bid me die.

SONG CCLVI. Spare, mighty, &c.

Pare, mighty Love, O fpare a Slave, That at thy Feet for Mercy lyes: What would thy cruel Godhead have, See how he bleeds, fee how he dies! Upon a noble Conquest go,

And for thy Glory and my Peace,
O make the fcornful Calia know
The Pains the now regardlefs fees.
O make, &c.

Dye all thy Arrows in my Tears,
And fubtly poifon fo each Dart ;
That fpite of all thofe Arms fhe wears,
The Point at laft may reach her Hearts

Revenge, revenge the Wounds I bear,
And make our Fortunes fo agree,
That I may find that Cure from her,
Which the may need as much from me.
That I may, &c.

SONG CCLVII. If ever you, &c.

F ever you mean to be kind,

IF

To me the Favour, the Favour allow; For fear that to morrow fhould alter my Mind,

Oh! let me now, now, now.

If in Hand then a Guinea you'll give,
And fwear by this kind Embrace;
That another to morrow, as you hope to live,
Oh! then I will ftrait unlace:
For why should we two difagree,

Since we have, we have Opportunity? SONG CCLVIII. Since Cælia, &

Ince Celia only has the Art, And only the can captivate, And wanton in my Breaft; All other Pleafures I defpife,

Than what are from my Calia's Eyes,

In her alone I'm bleft.

Whene'er the fmiles, new Life fhe gives,
And happy, happy, who receives
From her enchanting Breath;
Then prithee Calia, fmile once more,
Since I no longer must adore,

For when you frown 'tis Death.

SONG CCLIX. Chloe found, &c.

CH

HLOE found Love for his Pfyche in Tears,
She play'd with his Dart, and smil'd at his
Fears;

'Till feeling at length the Poifon it keeps,
Cupid he fmiles, and Chloe the weeps :
'Till feeling at length the Poifon it keeps,

Cupid he fmiles, and Chloe the weeps,
Cupid he fmiles, and Chloe the weeps.

SONG CCLX. Come, come, &c.

Ome, come ye Nymphs,

Com

Come ye Nymphs, and ev'ry Swain. I ye Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain, wit Galatea leaves the Main,

To revive us on the Plain,

To revive us, to revive us, to revive us on the

Plain;

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Come, come, come, come ye Nymphs,
Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain,
Come ye Nymphs and evʼry Swain,
Galatea leaves the Main,***

To revive us on the Plain,

To revive us on the Plain,

Come ye Nymphs and ev'ry Swain. wat

SONG CCLXI. If I hear, &c

F I hear Orinda (wear,

She cures my jealous Smart

If I hear Orinda fwear,..
She cures my jealous Smart :
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly fires my Heart 5
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly fires my Heart."
Beauty's Strength and Treasure

In Falfhood ftill remain ;
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain,
That gives the greatest Pain, &c.

SONG CCLXI. Some brag of, &c.

Ome brag of their Chloris, and fome of their

Some Phillis,

Some cry up their Celia, and bright Amaryllis."