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Eager to do't, he took his FLUTE,
And whisper'd melting Graces;
Expecting Praises after ;
Burst out into a Laughter.
Taking the Hint, as Chloe meant,
Said he, my Dear, be easy,
May play a Tune to please you;
He found her kind and willing,
Was filent, yet 'twas killing.
Fair Chloe foon approved his Tunc,
And yow'd he play'd divinely;
Let's take it o'er, says she, once more,
It goes exceeding finely;
And is, I own, the Neatest,
S O N G.
Arewel, dear Tyrant of my Soul,
The Fates resolve we now must part; The Fates admit of no Controul,
But are relentless as your Heart.
Why did the Gods such Charms bestow
On such a false and cruel Mind? Why send such Beauty here below,
To Ruin me and all Mankind ?
Where e'er you move, whole Crowds fall down,
Proud to be trampled on by Thee;
The mighty'st Kings resign their Crown,
And Commonwealths their Liberty.
Should'It thou o'er Gallia make a Tour,
Where Navish Subjects breathe with Awe; The Grand Monarch would own rhy Pow'r, And ftrait repeal the Salique Law.
Nay, the grave Hollander himself,
Tho ne'er fo Frugal, Chatte and Old;: 2.11
And worship Thee instead of Golde l'uns: 9"( ...
But where, by Rapture, am I hurld?
All things confess your haughty Reiga; While thus you lead the Captive World
In one Great Universal Chain.
L E T T E R
FROM Mrs. C---------é, to Mr. Foy,
Deputy-Governour of the
H, Jor! thy Name I never knew,
Soon after Spouse and I were chain’d,
Vex'd to see what Corporal JOHN
This made Spouse stare like any Spectre, And as he was my Head to Hector.
Madam, said he, with surly Air,