And Thus. By a LADY.

OR KINGS fome Services I've done,

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But always lov'd dear Forty One.

I liv'd of no One Church profest,
As not well knowing which was best;
A Neuter both to Good and Evil,
Far from a Saint; nor yet a Devil.
Not well affur'd of Blifs I die,

Yet come what will come, what care I?
CHRIST I revere, yet queftion whether
He's GOD or MAN, or both together.
In GOD alone firm Truft I have,
For GOD alone has Pow'r to fave.

O Thou of things bleft Source, and Giver,
Give Mercy to this Medley LIVER!

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SON G.

I.

WAS when the Sun. began to fhine,
A Nymph as Phabus felf Divine,

A Nymph as Phabus felf Divine,
Sat finging in a Shade.

And as the Moments slid along,
This was the Burthen of her Song,
This was the Burthen of her Song,
L She would not die a MAID.

II.

A Shepherd heard her tuneful Tale.

He ftrait appear'd, the Nymph grew pale,

When he appear'd, &c.

He flew unto her Aid.

He caught the Fair One in his Arms,

And gaz'd, and fwore by all her Charms,
And gaz'd, &c.

She fhould not die a MAID.

III. She

III.

She rudely push'd the Swain away,
Whilft with her Eyes fhe bad him ftay,
Whilft, &c.

Those Eyes her Heart betray'd.
The Shepherd all her Scorn defies,
He fees it written in her Eyes,
He fees, &c.

She would not die a MAID.

IV.

In vain the fighs, and fobs, and cries,

And strives unwillingly to rife,
And ftrives, &c.

The Shepherd to upbraid.

That was, alas! the fatal Plain,
And he the happy, happy Swain,
And fince he was the happy Swain,
How could the die a MAID!

But when she felt Love's pleafing Dart,
I'm glad, fays fhe, with all my Heart,
I'm glad, &c.

I fhall not die a MAID.

VI.

Thus clafp'd within the Fair One's Arms,
He rifled all her Store of Charms,