S O N G.

1.

I look'd, and I figh'd, and I wish'd I could speak,
And very fain would have been at her;

But when I ftrove most my great paffion to break,
Still then I faid leaft of the matter.

II.

I swore to myself, and refolv'd I would try
Some way my poor heart to recover;
But that was all vain, for I fooner could die,
Than live with forbearing to love her.

III.

Dear Calia, be kind then; and fince your own eyes

By looks can command adoration.

Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise
Those oglings that tell you my paffion.

IV.

We'll look, and we'll love, and though neither should fpeak,

The pleasure we 'll ftill be purfuing;

And fo, without words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this wooing.

THE RECONCILIATION.

RECITATIVE.

FAIR Calia love pretended,

And nam'd the myrtle bower,

Where Damon long attended
Beyond the promis'd hour.
At length impatient growing
Of anxious expectation,

His heart with rage o'erflowing,
He vented thus his paffion.

O D E.

To all the fex deceitful,

A long and last adieu

Since women prove ungrateful

;

As oft as men prove true.

The pains they cause are many,

And long and hard to bear,

The joys they give (if any)
Few, fhort, and unfincere.

RECITATIVE.

But Cælia now, repenting

Her breach of affignation,
Arriv'd with eyes consenting,
And fparkling inclination.
Like Citherea fmiling,

She blush'd, and laid his paffion;
The fhepherd ceas'd reviling,
And fung this recantation :

PALINODE.

How engaging, how endearing,

Is a Lover's pain and care!
And what joy the nymph's appearing,
After abfence or despair!

Women wife increase defiring,

By contriving kind delays;

And advancing, or retiring,

All they mean is more to please.

ABS E N CE.

ALAS! what pains, what racking thoughts he proves,

Who lives remov'd from her he deareft loves!

In cruel abfence 'doom'd past joys to mourn,
And think on hours that will no more return!
Oh let me ne'er the pangs of abfence try,
Save me from abfence, Love, or let me die.

FALSE though the be to me and Love,

I'll ne'er purfue Revenge ;

For ftill the Charmer I approve,
Though I deplore her change.
In hours of blifs we oft have met,
They could not always last ;
And though the present I regret,

I'm grateful for the paft.

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SONG IN DIALOGUE,

FOR TWO WOMEN.

I.

I Love, and am belov'd again,

Strephon no more shall figh in vain; I've try'd his faith, and found him true, And all my coyness bid adieu.

2.

I love, and am belov'd again,

Yet ftill my Thyrfis fhall complain;
I'm fure he 's mine, while I refufe him,
But when I yield, I fear to lose him.

1. Men will grow faint with tedious fasting: 2. And both will tire with often tasting, When they find the blifs not lafting.

1. Love is compleat in kind poffeffing. 2. Ah no! ah no! that ends the bleffing.

CHORUS OF BOTH.

Then let us beware how far we confent,
Too foon when we yield, too late we repent;
'Tis ignorance makes men admire :

And granting defire

We feed not the fire,

But make it more quickly expire.

SONG.

1.

N

TELL me no more I am deceiv'd;

That Chloe's falfe and common:

I always knew (at least believ'd)
She was a very woman;

As fuch, I lik'd, as fuch, carefs'd,
She still was conftant when poffcfs'd,
She could do more for no man.

ìí.

But, oh! her thoughts on others ran,
And, that, you think a hard thing;
Perhaps, the fancy'd you the man,

And what care I one farthing?

You think the 's falfe, I'm fure the 's kind;

I take her body, you her mind,

Who has the better bargain?

G.