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All the joys he drain'd before :

Death, come end me

To befriend me;
Love and Damon are no more.

V.
A S O N G.

1. SYLVIA

YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,

Felt an innocent warmth, as she lay on the green:
She had heard of a pleasure, and something the guest
By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast:
She saw the men eager, but was at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kissing so close;

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kissing,
And fighing and kissing so close.

II.
Ah! she cry'd; ah! for a languishing maid,
In a country of Christians, to die without aid!
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Protestant parson, or Catholic priest,
T' instruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kissing so close!

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kissing,
And kghing and kissing so close.

Cupid

III.
Cupid in shape of a swain did appear,
He saw the fad wound, and in pity drew near;
Then shew'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear;
For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear:
When the balm was infus'd, she was not at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kisling so close;

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kissing,
And fighing and kifling so close.

VI.

THE LADY’S SONG,

I.

A Choir

of bright beauties in Spring did appear,

to year; All the nymphs were in white, and the shepherds in

green;
The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen:
But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.
While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more:
The soft God of pleasure, that warm’d our desires,
Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires :
And vows that himself, and his mother, will mourn,
Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

Forbear III.

Forbear your addresses, and court us no more;
For we will perform what the Deity swore:
But if you dare think of deserving our charms,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms:
Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn,
When Pan, and his son, and fair Syrinx, return.

VII.
A S O N G.

1.
AIR, sweet, and young, receive a prize
Reserv'd for

your
victorious

eyes: From crowds, whom at

your
feet

you
O pity, and distinguish me!
As I from thousand beauties more
Distinguish you, and only you adore.

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II.

Your face for conqueft was defign'd,
Your every motion charms my

mind;
Angels, when you your filence break,
Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,
Are loth to mount, and long to stay with you,

III.
No graces can your form improve,
But all are loft, unlefs you love;
While that sweet paffion you disdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain:
In pity then prevent my fate,
For after dying all reprieve's too late.

A SONG VIII.

,

A S O N G.
IGH state and honours to others impart,
But give me your

heart: That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire,

My soul does inspire;
That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave;

Give me in possessing
So matchless a blessing;
That empire is all I would have,

Love's my petition,
All my ambition;
If e'er you discover
So faithful a lover,
So real a flame,
I'll die, I'll die.
So give up my game,

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IX.

RONDEL A Y.

I.
LOE found Amyntas lying,
All in tears upon

the plain;
Sighing to himself, and crying,

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Wretched

Wretched I, to love in vain ! Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease

my

pain!

II.
Sighing to himself, and crying,

Wretched I, to love in vain!
Ever fcorning and denying

To reward your faithful swain : Kiss me, dear, before my dying; Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

III. Ever scorning, and denying

To reward your faithful swain. Cloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov'd in vain:
Kiss me, dear, before my dying;
Kiss me once, and ease my pain!

IV.
Cloe, laughing at his crying,

Told him, that he lov’d in vain :
But, repenting, and complying,

When he kiss’d, she kiss'd again: Kiss'd him up before his dying;

Kiss'd him up, and eas'd his pain.

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