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And fung the great Creator's praife
To all the bless'd above;

So when the laft and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet fhall be heard on high,
The dead fhall live, the living die,
And Mufic fhall untune the sky.

THE

TEARS of A MY NT A,

FOR THE

TA,

DEATH of DAM O N.

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SONG.

I.

Na bank, befide a willow,

Heav'n her cov'ring, earth her pillow,

Sad Amynta figh'd alone:

From the chearlefs dawn of morning 'Till the dews of night returning, Singing thus the made her moan:

"

Hope is banish'd,

Joys are vanish'd,

Damon, my belov'd, is gone!

II.

Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! fo true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature; Damon liv'd alone for me;

Melting kiffes,

Murmuring bliffes :

Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!

III.

Never fhall we curfe the morning,

Never blefs the night returning,

Sweet embraces to restore:

Never fhall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love fupplying
All the joys he drain'd before :
Death come end me

To befriend me;

Love and Damon are no more.

***

A

A S O N G.
SONG.

I.

YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen,

SYLVIA

Felt an innocent warmth, as fhe lay on the

green :

She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breaft:

She faw the men eager, but was at a loss,

What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so clofe;

By their praying and whining,

And clafping and twining,

And panting and wishing,

And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing so close.
II.

Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languishing maid,
In a country of Chriftians, to die without aid!
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Proteftant parfon, or Catholic priest,
To inftruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so

clofe!

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By their praying and whining,

And clasping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing fo close.
III.

Cupid in shape of a swain did appear,

He faw the fad wound, and in pity drew near;
Then show'd her his arrow, and bid her not fear;
For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear:
When the balm was infus'd, fhe was not at a lofs,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo
clofe;

By their praying and whining,
And clasping and twining,

And panting and wishing,

And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing so close.

THE

LA D Y's S O N G.
LADY's SONG.

A

I.

Choir of bright beauties in fpring did appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year; All the nymphs were in white, and the fhepherds in green;

The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen :
But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did say,
I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.

While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our fshore,
The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more:
The foft God of pleasure, that warm'd our defires,
Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires:
And vows that himself, and his mother, will mourn,
'Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.
III.

Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more;
For we will perform what the Deity swore :
But if you dare think of deferving our charms,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms:
Then laurels and myrtles your brows fhall adorn,
When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return.

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