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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.

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I.
AIR, sweet and young, receive a Prize

F :

From Crouds, whom at your Feet you see,
O pity, and distinguish me;
As I from thousand Beauties more
Diftinguish you, and only you adore.

II.
Your Face for Conquest was design'd,
Your ev'ry Motion charms my Mind ;
Angels, when you your Silence 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 lost, unless you love ;
While that sweet Passion you disdain,
Your Veil and Beauty are in vain :
In Pity then prevent my Fate,
For after dying all Reprieve's too late.

A

Η'

SON G.
righ 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, so fervent a Fire,

My Soul does inspire ;
That Treasure, that Treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
Your Love let me cravé ;

Give me in Poffeffing
So matchless a Bleffing;
That Empire is all I wou'd 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.

CH

RON DE LA Y.
Hloe found Amyntas lying,
All in Tears, upon

the Plain ; Sighing to himself, and crying,

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 scorning and denying

To reward your faithful Swain :

Kiss

Kiss me, Dear, before my dying ;
Kiss me once, and ease my Pain !

III.
Ever scorning, and denying

To reward your faithful Swain. Chloe, 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 !

ly. Chloe, 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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A S O N G.

I.
o tell Amynta, gentle Swain,

I wou'd not die, nor dare complain :
Thy tuneful Voice with Numbers join,
Thy Words will more prevail than mine.
To Souls oppress’d, and dumb with Grief,
The Gods ordain this kind Relief ;
That Mufick should in Sounds convey,
What dying Lovers dare not say.

II.
A Sigh or Tear, perhaps, she'll 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 increase,
That soon they will be paft Redress ;

But

But ah! the Wretch, that speechless lies,
Attends but Death to close his Eyes.

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A SONG, to a Fair Young Lady going out of the Town in the Spring.

1.
SK not the Cause, why fullen Spring

So long delays her Flow'rs to bear ;
Why warbling Birds forget to sing,

And Winter Storms invert the Year :
Chloris is gone, and Fate provides
To make it Spring, where she refides.

IT.
Chloris is gone, the Cruel Fair ;

She cast not back a pitying Eye:
But left her Lover in Despair,

To figh, to languish, and to die :
Ah, how can those fair Eyes endure
To give the Wounds they will not cure !

III.
Great God of Love, why haft thou made

A Face that can all Hearts command,
That all Religions can invade,

And change the Laws of ev'ry Land ?
Where thou hadít plac'd such Power before,
Thou should'st have made her Mercy more.

IV.
When Chlorist o the Temple comes,

Adoring Crowds before her fall;
She can restore the Dead from Tombs,

And every Life but mine recall.
I only am by Love design'd
To be the Victim for Mankind.

F 1 N I S.

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