III.

Nor pink, nor violet, nor rose,

Can any sweets produce!

Nor fcents that orange-groves disclose,

One fragant joy infufe!

But Chloe come ! my lovely fair,

And fill with iweets the ambient air!

Song.

On Mr. Pitt's great exertion in manning our fleet against the defigns of the French, in the spring 1788.

I.

BRITONS prepare, great George is fir'd,

And roufes for the war!
Lewis thy triumphs are expir'd,

For vengeance we declare !

Our brave Rodney and Hood shall scourge the proud foe, And Britons thail conquer wherever they go ;

Then let us rejoice, and united let's fing,

And crown a full glafs, to our tars and our King!

II.

Prepared look our fleet is man'd,

And ready for the sea !

Rodney and Hood have the command,

We doubt not victory.

Our brave Rodney and Hood, &c.

III.

Defpotic Lewis reigns o'er flaves,
George o'er a people free!
Britons refolv'd, the bleffing craves,
Of death or liberty!

Our brave Rodney and Hood, &c.

The Advice.

I.

NE'ER fupprefs the gen'rous paffion
But with ardour ftill pursue,

And in time fhe'll yield compaffion,
When the finds your pallion true!
III

Women by their sex's charter,

Long attendance will expect,
Nor e'er think the'll grant you quarter,
If fhe finds the leaft neglect!
III.

Guefs the joy, the joy transporting!
When the blufhing maid shall say,
Now my Damon cease your courting,
You, yourself shall name the day

Strephon and Chloe.

RECITATIVE.

THE fun o'er Eaftern hills appear'd,
The lark in pleafing notes was heard.
When Strephon, with his Chloe fair,
Were driving forth their fleecy care:
As chearful thus they mov'd along,
The nymph and swain alternate sung!

STREPHON.

Look my Chloe, look around thee,
What a pleasing scene is here!
Lavish nature, fee furrounds thee,
With the beauties of the year!

Birds on ev'ry branch see sporting,
Straining of their little throats!
Riva's! are you Chloe courting?
In fuch moving, tender notes!
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CHLOE.

CHLOE.

Cease my Strephon, no fuch matter,
Is the subject of their song;
They are conftant, you still flatter
And deceive me with your tongue.
Hark, within that thicket cooing,

Hear the faithful billing dove,
Like to his should be your wooing,
Like to his should be your love!

STREPHON.

Mind my Chloe, from those flowers,
What a fragrant fweet is fent ;
Now the fun exhales those showers,

Which their blooming heads had bent!
So when from thee, I am banish'd,
Will thy Strephon droop and mourn,

But my ev'ry care is vanifh'd,

When to Chloe I return!

CHLOE.

As that harmless lamb ftands bleating,
Whilft its dam has careless stray'd;

So my tender heart is beating,

In thy abfence still afraid :

But with joy I fly to meet thee,

Like the linnet to her neft,

And in floods of rapture greet thee,

Bill and flutter on thy breast!

DUET.

Thus bleft and united, we fport and we play, And in tender endearments we país the long day! And at night, when the fun has funk in the Weft, HE. In Chloe's dear bofom, her Strephon) SHE. In Strephon's dear bofom, his Chloe

fhall reft.

Song.

DAMON.

THO' marriage, dear Chloe, fo frightful appears,
O liften to love! and you'll banish your fears,
The tender sweet union, when once you have try'd,
Transported you'll cry, O how bleft is a bride!

CHLOE.

If marriage and courtship, O Damon were one!
Twould be joy moft compleat, I freely must own;
But when I look round on the pairs that are join'd,
Not one in a hundred I happy can find.

DAMON.

Confider, my Chloe, that most of those pairs,

For Int'reft were join'd-that's the caufe of their cares. Then why should you wonder, fuch discord to fee? Since loving alone, can true happiness be!

CHLOE.

But men are inconftant, and love but a while,
And fickle they quit-not asham'd of their guile;
What faith can be plac'd in a creature so strange?
Who court for a season, then wantonly change!

DAMON.

DAMON.

When mutual efteem, joins the hearts and the hands,
How blissful the ftate, how transporting the bands!
'Tis love O my Chloe! their attention employ,
And their lives amble on in a circle of joy!

CHLOE.

Such fure is the ftate, when their hearts thus agree!
Such blifs may I find, when I'm wedded to thee!
I'll blefs the dear hour, when Damon I took !
And the doubts of a virgin my bosom forfook!

DAMON.

No change, my dear Chloe, in Damon you'll see,

CHLOE.

And none my dear Damon, in Chloe fhall be!

BOTH.

Thus happy we'll live! an example we'll prove,

That Damon and Chloe

That Chloe and Damon

are patterns of love.

Cantata.

ON ev'ry tree the fwelling bud,
Proclaims the blooming fpring;
The chorifters that haunt the wood,
Their warbling fonnets fing.
The turf is fpread with finiling green,

And flow'rs the meads adorn;
Oh quit the town, my lovely queen,

To view the rofy morn!

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