Part 2

And so God Bless the Queen and Duke, And send a lasting Peace: That Wars and foul Debate henceforth In all the World may cease.

_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _Health. Set by Mr._ R. COX.

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Come, here's a good Health, the Duke I do mean, That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his Nation and Queen, May his Fate still be, That Conquer shall he Till the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd; Come Lads never think, But his Health let's Drink, And Sing his Great Praise, and Sing his Great Praise whilst Bumpers pass Round.

_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _HEALTH._

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_Marlborough's_ a brave Commander, He Conducts us into the Field; As bold as _Alexander_, He'll Dye before he'll yield:

Sound the Trumpet Sound, Boys, Let each Man stand his Ground, Boys; Ne'er let us flinch, nor give back an Inch, And so let his Health go round, Boys.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES, _and Sung by Mr._ GOUGE, _in the Farce call'd_, Women will have their Wills.

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_Belinda's_ pretty, pretty, pleasing Form, Does my happy, happy, happy, happy Fancy charm: Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, most obliging; Whilst I'm pressing, clasping, kissing, Oh! oh! how she does my Soul alarm: There is such Magick in her Eyes, Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes, Does my wond'ring Heart Surprise: Her prinking, nimping, twinking, pinking, Whilst I'm courting, for transporting, How like an Angel, She panting lies, She panting lies.

_A_ SONG _on a Ladies Drinking._

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Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance, With Forces United, bids resistless defiance; Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine sparkle Higher, And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Fire: Her Cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their Colour, As Flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh Odour; Each Dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond curing, And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more enduring.

_The first_ SONG, _Sung by Mr._ PRINCE, _in the_ Maid in the Mill.

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How long, how long shall I pine for Love? How long shall I sue in vain? How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain? Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground? Oh fye, oh fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill, Let the Mill go round, let the Mill, let the Mill go round.

_A_ SONG _Sung at_ HOLMSE's _Booth in_ Bartholomew Fair, _Set by Mr._ JOHN BARRETT.

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War, War and Battle now no more, Shall your thun'dring Cannons roar; No more, no more of War complain, Peace begins, Peace begins her _Halcyon_ Reign: For now the Tow'ring Bird of _Jove_, Stoops, stoops to the gentle Billing _Dove_.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcell, _and Sung at the_ Theatre _Royal in_ DRURY-LANE.

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_Cupid_ make your Virgins tender, Make 'em easy to be won; Let 'em presently surrender, When the Treaty's once begun: Such as like a tedious Wooing, Let 'em cruel Damsels find: But let such as wou'd, as wou'd be doing, Prithee, prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind, Prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind.

_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ Willis _at the_ THEATRE.

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Ken you, who comes here, The Laird of aw the Clan; Whom Ise Love but fear, Because a muckle Man: But what if he's Great, He descends from his State, And receive him, receive him as you can.

Come my Bonny Blith Lads, Shew your best Lukes and Plads, Our Laird is here; Whom we shou'd Love, And who shou'd approve, Our Respect as well as Fear, For the Laird is here whom we Love and Fear.

_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ Hudson.

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To meet her _Mars_ the Queen of Love, Comes here adorn'd with all her Charms; The Warriour best the Fair can move, And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms: The Warriour best the Fair can move, And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd Love betray'd, Sung by Mrs._ Bracegirdle, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles.

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If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart; If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart: The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart; The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart.

Beauty's Strength and Treasure, In Falshood still remain; She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Funeral, _Sung by Mrs._ Harris, _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcel.

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Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow, Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe; I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses, Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses: I know not what the Lover feign, Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain: Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy; But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy, But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.

_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. ECCLES, _Sung by Mr._ Morgan.

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Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here, Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are; When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age: When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age.

_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ BALLDEN.

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Oh! my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad? Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I'm Glad? Oh! Lovers Goddess, who wert form'd, From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd! And Darts at once can wound and please.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ HODGSON.

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Fye _Amarillis_, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye cease, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye, cease, cease to grieve, For him thou never canst retrieve; Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretch, Scorn the wretch, that Love denies thee, Scorn the wretch, scorn the wretch, That Love, that Love denies thee.

Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid, Of meeting a Swain that is kind; As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least, at least a more Generous Mind: As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least a more Generous Mind, At least a more Generous Mind.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_, The Old Batchelour, _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

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As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay, As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay; Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle play, Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kisses, Mingling kisses, mingling kisses, and exchanging harmless Blisses: He trembling cry'd with eager, eager hast, Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me, Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me, let me Feed as well as Tast, I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye, I dye, if I'm not wholly Blest.

The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear, I cannot, dare not, must not hear; Dearest _Thyrsis_ do not move me, Do not, do not, if you Love me: O let me still, the Shepherd said, But while she fond resistance made, The hasty Joy in struggling fled.

Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd, She frown'd and blush'd, and sigh'd and kiss'd, And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing, The sad miscarriage of their Wooeing: But vain alass! were all her Charms, For _Thyrsis_ deaf to Love's Alarms, Baffled and fenceless, tir'd her Arms.

_A_ SONG.

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She met with a Country-man, In the middle of all the Green; And _Peggy_ was his Delight, And good Sport was to be seen.

But ever she cry'd brave _Roger_, I'll drink a whole Glass to thee; But as for _John_ of the Green, I care not a Pin for him.

Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Dragons, And O brave _Roger_ a _Cauverly_; Piggins and Wiggins, Pints and Flaggons, O brave, _&c._

He took her by the middle, And taught her by the Flute; Well done brave _Roger_ quoth she, Thou hast not left thy old Wont. But ever she cry'd, _&c._

He clap'd her upon the Buttock, And forth she let a Fart; My Belly quoth she is eased by thee, And I thank thee _Roger_ for't.

_Love's Conquest._

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As unconcern'd and free as Air, I did retain my Liberty; Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair, And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be: 'Till your bright Eyes surpriz'd my Heart, And first inform'd me how to Love; Then Pleasure did invade each Part, Yet to conceal my Flame I strove.

As _Indians_ at a distance pay, Their awful reverence to the Sun: And dare not 'till he'll bless the Day, Seem to have any thing begun: Thus I rest, 'till your Smiles invite, My Looks and Thoughts I do constrain; And tremble to express Delight, Unless you please to ease my Pain.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd, the_ Wife's Excuse. _By_ H. P.

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_Corinna_ I excuse thy Face, Those erring Lines, which Nature drew; When I reflect that ev'ry Grace, Thy Mind adorns, is just and true: But oh! thy Wit what God hast sent, Surprising, Airy, unconfin'd; Some wonder sure _Apollo_ meant, And shot himself into thy Mind.

_The_ Sailors SONG _in the Subscription_ Musick, _Set by Mr._ Weldon, _Sung by Mr._ Dogget.

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Just coming from Sea, our Spouses and we, We Punch it, we Punch it, we Punch it, We Punch it, we Punch it a Board with Couragio; We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey my brave Boys Bonviago: We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, my brave Boys Bonviago.

_The Serenading_ SONG _in the_ Constant Couple, _or a Trip to the_ Jubilee; _Written by Mr._ G. FARQUHAR, _Set by Mr._ D. Purcell, _Sung by Mr._ FREEMAN.

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Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door, Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door, He sigh'd and begg'd, and wept and swore, The sign was so, She answer'd no, The sign was so, She answer'd no, no, no, no.

Again he sigh'd, again he pray'd, No _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, I am afraid; Consider _Damon_ I'm a Maid, Consider _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a Maid.

At last his Sighs and Tears made way, She rose and softly turn'd the Key; Come in said she, but do not, do not stay, I may conclude, you will be rude; But if you are you may: I may conclude, you will be rude, But if you are you may.

_A 'Squire's Choice; or the Coy Lady's Beauty by him admir'd._

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The World is a Bubble and full of Decoys, Her glittering Pleasures are flattering Toys; The which in themselves no true Happiness brings, Rich Rubies, nay Diamonds, Chains, Jewels and Rings: They are but as Dross, and in Time will decay, So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty, Tho' never so gay.

Then boast not young _Phillis_ because thou art Fair, Soft Roses and Lillies more beautiful are, Than ever thou wast, when they in their Prime, And yet do they fade in a very short time: All temporal Glories in time will decay, So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty, Tho' never so gay.

Since all things are changing and nothing will last, Since Years, Months, and Minutes thy Beauty will blast, Like Flowers that fade in the fall of the Leaf, Afford me thy Favour and pity my Grief: E'er thy Youth and Beauty does clearly depart, For thou art my Jewel, for thou art my Jewel, The Joy of my Heart.

I value not Riches, for Riches I have, I value not Honour, no Honour I crave; But what thou art able to bless me withal, And if by thy Frowns to Despair I should fall: Then Farewel those Joys which so long I have sought, To languish in Sorrow, to languish in Sorrow, Alass! I am brought.

I come not to flatter, as many have done, Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I shall run Distracted, as being disturbed in Mind, Then now, now, or never be loving and kind: This Day thou canst cherish my sorrowful State, To morrow sweet Jewel, to morrow sweet Jewel, It may be too late.

You know that young Women has rail'd against Men, And counted them false and base flatterers, when We find that your Sexs are as cruel to us, Or else you would never have Tortur'd me thus: As now you have done by your Darts of Disdain, You know that I love you, you know that I love you, Yet all is in vain.

_The Damsels Answer, To the same Tune._

Now dry up thy Tears, and no longer exclaim, Against thy Fair beautiful _Phillis_ by Name; Who never as yet was acquainted with Love, Yet here I declare by the Powers above: I cannot be Cruel to one that is True, Wherefore bid thy Sorrows, wherefore bid thy Sorrows For ever adieu.

With all the Affections that Words can express, I freely surrender, and can do no less; When as I consider in e'ery Degree, How loyal and faithful thou hast been to me, I cannot be Cruel to one that is True, And so bid thy Sorrows, and so bid thy Sorrows For ever adieu.

_The Jolly SAILOR's Resolution._

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As I am a Sailor, 'tis very well known, And I've never as yet had a Wife of my own; But now I am resolved to Marry if I can, To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man, Man, Man, To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man.

Abroad I have been, and since home I am come, My Wages I have took, 'tis a delicate Sum; And now Mistress Hostess begins to flatter me, But I have not forgot her former Cruelty, ty, ty, But I have not forgot her former Cruelty.

Near _Lymehouse_ she liv'd, where I formerly us'd, I'll show you in brief how I once was abus'd, After in her House I had quite consumed my store, But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more, more, more, But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more.

I came to her once with abundance of Gold, And as she that beautiful Sight did behold; She said with a Kiss thou art welcome _John_ to me, For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee, Thee, thee, For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee.

Her flattering Words I was apt to believe, And then at my Hands she did freely receive; A Ring which she said she would keep for _Johnny's_ sake, She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break: Break, break, She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break.

We feasted on Dainties and drank of the best, Thought I with my Friends I am happily blest; For Punch, Beer and Brandy they Night and Day did call, And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all: All, all, And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all.

They ply'd me so warm, that in troth I may say, That I scarce in a Month knew the Night from the Day; My Hostess I kiss'd, tho' her Husband he was by, For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I: I, I, For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I.

They said I should Marry their dear Daughter _Kate_, And in Token of Love I presented her strait: With a Chain of Gold, and a rich costly Head, Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead: Lead, lead, Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead.

This Life I did lead for a Month and a Day, And then all my Glory begun to decay: My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score, Score, Score, My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.

She frown'd like a Fury, and _Kate_ was Coy, A Kiss or a Smile I no more must enjoy, Nay, if that I call'd but for a Mug of Beer, My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear, hear, hear, My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear.

But that which concern'd me more than the rest, My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest; Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew, And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew, Crew, Crew, And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.

Now having replenish'd my Stock once again, My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife, With whom I hope to live a sober Life, Life, Life, With whom I hope to live a sober Life.

Then in came a Damsel as fresh as a Rose, He gave her a Kiss, and began for to close, In Courting, and said, canst love an honest Tar, Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far, Far, far, Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far.

His offer was noble, his Guineas was good, And therefore the innocent Maid never stood To make a Denial, but granted his Request, And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest. Blest, blest, And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.

CUPID'S _Courtesie._

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Through the cold shady Woods, As I was ranging, I heard the pretty Birds, Notes sweetly changing: Down by the Meadow's side, There runs a River A little Boy I spy'd With Bow and Quiver.

Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving? Art thou some Run-away; And hast no abiding? I am no Run-away, _Venus_ my Mother, She gave me leave to play, When I came hither.

Little Boy go with me, And be my servant, I will take care to see For thy preferment: If I with thee should go, _Venus_ would chide me, And take away my Bow, And never abide me.

Little Boy let me know, What's thy Name termed, That thou dost wear a Bow, And go so arm'd: You may perceive the same, With often changing; _Cupid_ it is my Name, I live by ranging.

If _Cupid_ be thy Name, That shoot at Rovers; I have heard of thy Fame, By wounded Lovers: Should any languish that Are set on fire; By such a naked Brat, I much admire.

If thou dost but the least, At my Laws grumble; I'll pierce thy stubborn breast, And make thee humble, If I with Golden Dart, Wound thee but surely, There's no Physitians Art, That e're can cure thee.

Little Boy with thy Bow, Why dost thou threaten; It is not long ago Since thou wast beaten: Thy wanton Mother, fair _Venus_ will chide thee; When all thy Arrows are gone, Thou may'st go hide thee.

Of powerful shafts you see, I am well stored; Which makes my Deity, So much adored: With one poor Arrow now, I'll make thee shiver; And bend unto my Bow, And fear my Quiver.

Dear little _Cupid_ be, Courteous and kindly; I know thou can'st not see, But shootest blindly: Altho' thou call'st me blind, Surely I'll hit thee; That thou shalt quickly find, I'll not forget thee.

Then little _Cupid_ caught, His Bow so nimble; And shot a fatal shaft, Which made him tremble: Go tell thy Mistress dear, Thou canst discover; What all the Passions are, Of a dying Lover.

And now this gallant Heart Sorely lies bleeding; He felt the greatest smart, From Love proceeding; He did her help implore, Whom he affected, But found that more and more, Him she rejected.

For _Cupid_ with his Craft, Quickly had chosen, And with a Leaden shaft, Her Heart had frozen: Which caus'd this Lover more, Daily to languish; And _Cupid's_ Aid implore, To heal this Anguish.

He humble pardon crav'd For his Offence past; And vow'd himself a Slave, And to love stedfast; His Prayers so ardent were, Whilst his Heart panted, That _Cupid_ lent an ear, And his suit granted.

For by his present plaint, He was regarded; And his adored Saint, His Love rewarded: And now they live in Joy, Sweetly embracing, And left the little Boy, In the Woods chasing.

_The Duke of_ GLOUCESTER's _March, Set by Dr._ BLOW.

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And now, now the Duke's March, Let the Haut-boys play; And his Troops in the Close, Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza: And now, now the Duke's March, Let the Haut-boys play; And his Troops in the Close, Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

_A_ SONG _Sung at_ RICHMOND _New Wells, the Words by_ M. S. _Set by Mr._ MORGAN.

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_Aurelia_ now one Moment lost, A thousand Sighs may after cost; Desires may oft return in vain, But Youth will ne'er return again: Desires may oft return in vain, But Youth will ne'er return again.

The fragrant sweets which do adorn, The glowing blushes of the Morn; By Noon are vanish'd all away, Then let _Aurelia_ live to Day.

_A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ PRINCE _in the_ Agreeable Disappointment. _Sett by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES.

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_Chloe_ found Love for his _Psyche_ in Tears, She play'd with his Dart, and smil'd at his Fears, fears; 'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps, _Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps: 'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps, _Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps. _Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN BARRETT.

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_Liberia's_ all my Thought and Dream, She's all, all, all, she's all, all, all, my Pleasure and my Pain: _Liberia's_ all that I esteem, And all I fear is her Disdain, Her Wit, her Humour and her Face, Please beyond all I felt before: Oh! Why can't I Admire her less, Or dear _Liberia_, or dear _Liberia_ love me more!

Like Stars all other Female Charms, Ne'er touch my Heart, but Feast my Eyes; For she's the only Sun that Warms, With her alone I'd live and dye: Immortal Pow'rs whose Work Divine, Inspires my Soul with so much Love; Grant your _Liberia_ may be mine, And then, then, then, then, and then, then I share your Joys above.

_Coy_ BELINDA, _and False_ AMINDOR.

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Coy _Belinda_ may discover, Love is nothing but a Name; 'Tis not Beauty warms the Lover, When he tells her of his Flame: But she keeps a greater Treasure, Binds and Bonds inflame his Heart; Charms that flow with tides of Pleasure, More obey'd than _Cupid's_ Dart.

False _Amintor_ leave Dissembling, Tell her plainly you are Poor; Hence are all your Sighs and Tremblings, When you talk of your Amour: Tho' you Sigh, and tho' you Languish, 'Till she gives herself away; Then you soon forget your Anguish, And _Belinda_ must obey.

_An Amorous Address to the charming_ CORINNA.

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_Corinna_ 'tis you that I Love, And love with a Passion, a Passion so great; That death a less Torment would prove, Than either your Frown or your hate: So soft and prevailing your Charms, In vain I should strive to retreat; Oh! then let me live in your Arms, Or dye in Despair at your Feet.

In vain I may pray to Love's Powers, To ease me and pity my Pain; Since the Heart that I sue for is yours, Who all other Powers disdain: Like a _Goddess_ you Absolute reign, You alone 'tis can save or kill; To whom else then should I complain, Since my fate must depend on your will.

_The Coy Lass dress'd up in her best Commode and Top-knot._

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Do not rumple my Top-knot, I'll not be kiss'd to Day; I'll not be hawl'd and pull'd about, Thus on a Holy-day: Then if your Rudeness you don't leave, No more is to be said; See this long Pin upon my Sleeve, I'll run up to the Head: And if you rumple my head Gear, I'll give you a good flurt on the Ear.