PROLOGUE ΤΟ MUSICK. try, By Dr. GTH. HERE MUSICK with more pow'rful Who can fupport the Pleafure or the Pain? And if we liften, or we look, we die. Why fhould we then the wond'rous Tales admire, Of Orphen's Numbers, or Amphion's Lyre? Of Of Walls erected by Harmonious Skill, How Mountains moy'd, or rapid Streams food still Like Humane Victims, here we are decreed 1 No Faction, Homage to the Fair denies, SONG SONG. In Excufe to a LADY, for stealing a Kifs from Her. I. ELINDA, fee from yonder Flow'rs BE The Bee flies loaded to the Cell; Can you perceive what it devours? ō tho' I robb'd you of a Kifs, Why are you angry at my Bliss? III. Tis by this Cunning I contrive, To keep my famish'd Love alive, Upen Upon a PATCH, on a LADY's Face. HAT artful Speck upon her Face, Had been a Foil in one lefs Fair; In her it hides a wounding Grace, And fhe in Mercy plac'd it there. A CONFLICT on BUSINESS. USINESS, thou Plague and Pleasure of my Life; BUSINESS, Thou charming Mistress, thou confounded Wife; How fhall I praife or blame thee, as I ought, Thou'rt very good, and yet thou'rt good for naught? For tho' I hate thee for't, I love thee too. Thou choak'st my feeble Muse. and damp'st her Wing, Thou Thou bitter, fweet, thou pleafing, teazing Thing To a PAINTER, after he had finish'à a Lady's Picture. AINTER, thou haft perform'd what Man can do, PAINTER Only DORINDA's felf more Charms can fhew, Bold are thy Strokes, and delicate each Touch, But ftill the Beauties of her Face are fuch, As cannot justly be describ'd, tho' all } THE |