Fifth Act. The last act now is wrought fo high, That thus it crowns the lover's joy; She does no more his passion fhun, He straight into her arms does run: The curtain falls, the play is done. FANNY fair. I. TO Fanny fair could I impart That beauty which has won my heart, Without design she charms; How can those sparkling eyes be blind, Which every bosom warms? II. She knows her power is all deceit, Yet the delicious fragrant rose, And wounds with ev'ry touch. III. At first when I beheld the fair, Th' enchanting fight, the sweet surprise, Prepare me for my doom; One cruel look from those bright eyes Will lay me in my tomb. The Bottle preferr❜d. I. PROUD woman, I fcorn you, I'll drink all the day, And I'll revel all night. II. As great as a monarch, The moments I pass, The bottle's my globe, And my fceptre's the glass. III. The table's my throne, And the tavern's my court, The drawer's my subject, IV. Here's the chief of all joy, Dear cure of all forrows, And life of all blifs : I'm a king when I hug you, Tippling JOHN. I. S tippling John was jogging on, With tottering pace, and fiery face, Sufpicious of high flight; The guards, who took him, by his look, For fome chief fiery-brand, Afk'd, whence he came what was his name? Who are you? Stand, friend, stand. II. I'm going home, from meeting come : Some meeting he has burnt, you see The flame's ftill in his face. John thought it time to purge his crime, And faid, my chief intent Was to affwage my thirsty rage, I' th' meeting that I meant. III. Come, friend, be plain, you trifle in vain, Says one, pray let us know, That we may find how you're inclin'd, Are you high church or low? John said to that, I'll tell you what, To end debates and strife, All I can say, this is the way IV. I ne'er to Bow nor Burgess go, To steeple-house nor hall, The brisk bar-bell beft fuits my zeal With gentlemen, d'ye call? Guess then, am I low church or high, V. The guards came on, and look'd at John, Thus while John ftood the best he cou'd, Damn him, says one, let him begone, WOULD BELINDA. I. fate to me Belinda give, me With her alone I'd chufe to live, Variety I'd ne'er require, Nor a greater, nor a greater, Nor a greater bliss desire. II. My charming nymph, if you can find Amongst the race of human kind, A man that loves you more than I, I'll refign you, I'll resign you, I'll refign you, though I die. III. Let my Belinda fill my arms With all her beauty, all her charms; With fcorn and pity I'd look down On the glories, on the glories, On the glories of a crown. ΤΗ Beauty and Rigour. I. HE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind, No less than a wonder by nature design'd; She's the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye, And the cause of a flame that never can die. And the caufe, &c. II. Her mouth, from whence wit ftill obligingly flows, III. The defperate lover can hope no redress, Where Beauty and Rigour are both in excess ; In Silvia they meet, so unhappy am I, Who fees her must love, who loves her must die. Who fees her, &c. The Rival. 1. F all the torment, all the care, OF By which our lives are curst, A rival is the worst. In love alone we hate to find Companions in our wo. |