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Corinna enters with her Neck all bare,

But where 'twas cover'd by loose dangling Hair;
Such did of old Semiramis appear,

Or Laï's to fo many Lovers dear.

About her Shoulders carelefly was thrown,
A Veil fo thin that all was thro' it fhown.
I ftrove to pluck it off; the to retain,
But fo, as if she meant to strive in vain.
When the quite naked ftood, my wond'ring Eye
Could not one Fault in her whole Body 1py.
What Arms, what Shoulders had fhe! what a Breast!
How firm, and how inviting to be preft!
How smooth and even did her Belly lye!
What lufty Sides! And what a youthful Thigh!
There needs no more, but all was moft Divine.
I drew her naked Body close to mine;

The reft you guess: We were both tir'd too foon<
May ev'ry Day of mine have fuch a Noon.

A Hue and Cry after FAIR A

MORE T.

By Mr. CONGREVE.

FAIR Amoret is gone aftrays

Purfue and feek her, ev'ry Lover; I'll tell the Signs, by which you may The wand'ring Shepherdefs discover.

II.

Coquet and Coy at once her Air,

Both ftudy'd, tho' both feem neglected; Careless she is with artful Care,

Affecting to feem unaffected.

III.

With Skill her Eyes dart ev'ry Glance,

Yet change fo foon you'd ne'er fufpect 'em ;
For fhe'd perfuade they wound by chance,
Tho' certain Aim and Art direct 'em.

H.S

IV.

She likes herfelf, yet others hates
For that which in herself the prizes;
And while fhe Laughs at them, forgets
She is the Thing that the defpifes.

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Look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak,
For I very fain wou'd have been at her;

But when I ftrove moft my Paffion to break,
Still then I faid leaft of the Matter.

II.

2

I fwore to my felf, and refolv❜d I wou'd try
Some way my poor Heart to recover;
But that was all vain, for I fooner cou'd die,
Than live with forbearing to love her.

III.

Dear Calia be kind then; and fince your own Eyes
By Looks can command Adoration,

Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise
Those Oglings that tell you my Paffion.

IV.

We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither fhou'd The Pleasure we'll ftill be pursuing;

[fpeak,

And fo, without Words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this Wooing.

A SON G.

By the fame Hand.

H! what Pains, what racking Thoughts he proves,

A

In cruel Abfence doom'd paft Joys to mourn,
And think on Hours that will no more return.
Oh! let me ne'er the Pangs of Absence try;
Save me from Abfence, Love, or let me die,

Song in Dialogue, for two Women.
By the fame Hand.

I.

I Love, and am belov'd again,

Strephon no more fhall figh in vain: I've try'd his Faith, and found him true, And all my Coyness bid adeu.

II.

I love, and am belov'd again,
Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain;
I'm fure he's mine, while I refufe him,
But fhou'd I yield, I fear to lose him.

1. Men will grow faint with tedious Fafting,
2. And will both tire with often Tafting,
When they find the Blifs not lafting.
1. Love is compleat in kind Poffeffing.
2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the Bleffing.
Chorus of both...

Then let us beware how far we confent,
Too foon when we yield, too late we repent;
'Tis Ignorance makes Men admire,
And granting Defire,

We feed not the Fire,

But make it more quickly expire.

N G.

A S Ο Ν

By the fame Hand

Rant me, gentle Love, faid I,

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Long I've born Excess of Pain,
Let me now fome Blifs obtain.
Thus to Almighty Love I cry'd,
When angry, thus the God reply'd.
Bleffings greater none can have,
Art thou not Amynta's Slave?
Ceafe, fond Mortal, to implore,
For Love, Love himself's no more.

SON G.

By the fame Hand.

Ruel Amynta, can you fee

CRUCI

Heart thus torn which

you betray'd>

Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me,

But thro' your Eyes the Conqueft made.

In Ambush there the Traitor lay,
Where I was led by faithlefs Smiles..
No Wretches are fo loft as they,
Who much Security beguiles.

SON G.

By the fame Hand.

SEE, fee the wakes, Sabina wakes!

now

And now the Sun begins to rife;

Lefs glorious is the Morn that breaks
From his bright Beams, than her fair Eyes,

With Light united, Day they give,
But diff'rent Fates e'er Night fulfil:
How many by his Warmth will live!
How many will her Coldness kill!

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If I but ask the Favour;

And yet the tender Fool's in Tears,
When the believes I'll leave her.

Wou'd I were free from this Restraint,
Or elfe had hopes to win her;
Wou'd the cou'd make of me a Saint,
Or I of her a Sinner.

W

LES

BI A.

By the fame Hand.

HEN Lesbia firft I saw so heav'nly Fair, With Eyes fo bright, and with that awful Ais, I thought my Heart, which durft fo high aspire, As bold as his who fnatch'd Coeleftial Fire. But foon as e'er the beauteous Idiot spoke, Forth from her Coral Lips fuch Folly broke, Like Balm the trickling Nonsense heal'd my Wound, And what her Eyes enthral'd, her Tongue unbound.

PROLOGUE to the PRINCESS.

Spoken by Mrs. Bracegirdle.
By the fame Hand.

IF what we feel of Joy cou'd be exprefs'd,

It were unworthy of our Royal Gueft:

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