Beneath a gloomy shade, 180 Beneath a green fhade, I faund a fair maid, 233 Betty, early gone a maying, 164 Bring, bring my mistress to my arms, By a murmuring fiream a fair fhepherdess lay, C 94 133 Celladon, when spring came on, 187 Cloe proves falfe, but ftill she is charming; 144 Cloe's a goddess in the groves, 179 Come, follow, follow me, Cloe, when I view thee fmiling, Come, hear me, my boy, hast a mind to live long, 128 138 90 Come, here's to the nymph that I love ; Corinna, with innocence, beauty, and wit, 239 Cou'd a man be secure, that life wou'd endure, FAIREST Jenny, thou mun love me. G GAY Bacchus, liking Eftcourt's wine, God of fleep, for whom I languish, H HAPPY hours, all hours excelling, Hark! how the fongfters of the grove, Hark! the cock crow'd, 'tis day all abroad, Haul, haul away, haul away, He himself courts his own ruin, Help me, each harmonious grove, Here the deities approve Hold, John, ere you leave me, i'troth I will know, How difmal's the lover's condition, How infipid were life without thofe delights How pleafant a failer's life paffes, How fweet is the ev'ning air, I I Am a poor fhepherd undone, I am, cry'd Apollo, (when Daphne he woo'd, I attempt from love's fickness to fly all in vain, If, Celia, you had youth at will, If Phyllis denies me relief, I fear'd your love, I know you're fair, If to love and good wine, If you, by fordid views misled, I'll tell you a story, a story that's true, In London town there liv'd, well known, In my triumphant chariot hurl'd, In fpite of love, at length I find, In fummer's folftice, fcorch'd with heat, Ife tell thee, falfe loon, 'tis in vain, 23 205 Is there on earth a pleasure 96 I've ftrove in vain; here take my heart; 255 K Κ KINDLY, fate, at length release me, L LET other beauties boast in vain Let the waiter bring clean glaffes, 21 99 59 243 241 114 22 71 38 Love, kindled in a breast too young, Love like wind is often changing, 20 Lovely charmer, dearest creature, 28 Love's a distemper that comes with high feeding, 23 Love's a tempeft, life the ocean, 75 Love, fpread all thy fweet treasures, Love's a trifling filly paffion, Lucretia the kingdom of Rome did destroy; 204 12 153 My heart inclines your chains to wear, My masters, give ear, My paffion is as mustard strong; N No glery I covet, no riches I want, 203 39 59 46 113 236 62 109 149 92 56 205 112 No, No, no, no, no, refiftance is but vain, No, no, 'tis in vain, in this turbulent town, No woman her envy can smother, Now the lufty Spring is feen, F Leinster, fam'd for maidens fair, Oh! Ill have a husband, ay, marry; 157 197 191 260 47 58 261 Oh, London is a fine town, and a gallant city, 173 Oh! Love, if a god thou wilt be, Oh! were Thursday but come, Oh! what pangs are felt in love, On a graffy pillow, On fam'd Arcadia's flow'ry plains, On thy fam'd banks, o Medway, long, S SAD Mufidora, all in woe, Soon as the day begins to wafte, T 1 TE ELL me, Cloe, why has nature Tell me, dear charmer, tell me, why Tell me no more of Cupid's bow, Tender hearts to every passion, The 256 g828» |