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Happy MYRTILLO

Na graffy pillow
The youthful Myrtillo,
The youthful Myrtillo
Transported was laid,

In his arms a creature,
Whose e'ery feature,
Whofe e'ery feature

For conqueft was made. To his fide he clafp'd her, And fondly grafp'd her, And fondly grafp'd her,

While the cry'd, Oh dear,
Oh dear Myrtillo,

Had I known your will, oh!
Had I known your will, oh !
I'd never came here.

Streams gently flowing,
And Zephyrs blowing,
And Zephyrs blowing,
Ambrofial breeze,
A fwain admiring,
And all confpiring,

And all confpiring
The charmer to please ;

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Now the devil's in it,
If fuch a minute,

If fuch a minute

The fhepherd cou'd lofe;

No, no, Myrtillo,
Has better skill-o,

Has better skill o

His moments to chuse
The delightful treasure
Of love and pleasure,
of love and pleafure,
He boldly feiz'd,
And like Myrtillo,
He had his fill-o,
He had his fill-o
Of what he pleas'd.

CUPID'S

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CUPID'S Two Strings.

y easy heart,
With fingle dart,

Has no fmall anguish found;

But love has now,

Two ftrings to's bow; Both wit and beauty wound.

Such guns or fpears

Who fees or hears

Of death may take his choice,

For tho' he flies

Her piercing eyes,

She'll reach him with her voice.

When wit perfuades,

And beauty leads

Our fenfes all to joy,

Not Dido's guest

Cou'd guard his breast Against the Cyprian boy.

But if his bow,

And arrows too,
Were broken all, and loft,
None cou'd withstand

Her naked hand,
They'll feel it to their coft.

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The Fatal Falfhood.

F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace;

Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid ftream
Reflect fo fweet a face :

Till luckless love, and pining care,
Impair'd her rofy huc,

Her coral lips, and damask cheeks,
And eyes of gloffy blue.

Oh! have you seen a lilly pale,
When beating rains descend?
So droop'd the flow-confuming maid,
Her life now near its end.

By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring fwains
Take heed, ye easy fair:

Of vengeance due to broken vows,
Ye perjur'd fwains, beware.

Three times, all in the dead of night,
A bell was heard to ring;
And fhrieking at her window thrice,
The raven flap'd his wing.

Too well the love-lorn maiden knew
The folemn boding found;
And thus, in dying words, bespoke,
The virgins weeping round ::

I hear a voice, you cannot hear,
Which fays, I must not stay;
I fee a hand, you cannot fee,

• Which beckons me away.

By a falfe heart, and broken vows,
In early youth I die:

Was I to blame, because his bride.
Was thrice as rich as I?

Ah, Colin! give not her thy vows,
• Vows due to me alone;

Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss,
Nor think him all thy own.
To-morrow, in the church to wed,

Impatient, both prepare;

But know, fond maid; and know, falfe man,
That Lucy will be there!

Then bear my corfe, my comrades, bear,

This bridegroom blythe to meet,.

He in his wedding-trim fo

I in my winding-sheet."

gay,

She spoke; the dy'd; her corfe was born,

The bridegroom blythe to meet,

He in his wedding-trim fo gay,

She in her winding-fheet.

Then