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I would not die, nor dare complain:
That music should in sounds convey,
A S O N G TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY, GOING OUT OF THE
TOWN IN THE SPRING.
So long delays her flowers to bear;
And winter storms invert the year:
Chloris is gone, and fate provides
She cast not back a pitying eye:
To figh, to languish, and to die:
A face that can all hearts command,
land ? Where thou hadít plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more,
Adoring crowds before her fall; She can restore the dead from tombs, every
life but mine recal. I only am by Love design'd To be the victim for mankind,
Which long ago was made,
When paffion is decay'd ?
Till our love was lov’d out of us both; But our marriage is dead, when the pleasures are fled; 'Twas pleasure first made it an oath.
And farther love in store,
'Tis a madness that he
Should be jealous of me,
For all we can gain
Is to give ourselves pain,
* There are several excellent songs in his “ King Arthur:” which should have been copied, but that they are so interwoven with the story of the drama that it would be improper to separate them. There is also a song in “ Love in a Nunnery;" and another in “ The Duke of Guise ;'' but neither of them worth transcribing.
H, how sweet it is to love!
desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach love's fire !
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.
Lovers, when they lose their breath,
Bleed away in eafy death.
their price is more,
If a flow in age appear,
OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC.
By Philip's warlike son:
On his imperial throne:
His valiant peers were plac'd around;
(So should desert in arms be crown'd:)
Happy, happy, happy pair!
Amid the tuneful quire,
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: