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I. Set by Mr. ABEL.
ends in melancholy;
Wine breeds vices and diseases;
Wealth is but care, and Love but folly;
Only Friendship truly pleases.
My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly;
II. Set by Mr. PURCELL.
HITHER would my passion run?
Losing her, I am undone ;
Yet would not gain her, to undo her.
tyrants of the human breast,
III. Set by Mr. DE FESC H.
TREPHONETTA, why d' ye fly me,
Oh! 'tis cruel to deny me,
Since your charms I fo much prize.
But I plainly fee the reason,
Why in vain I you purfued; Her to gain 'twas out of feason, Who before the chaplain woo'd.
IV. Set by Mr. SMITH.
OME, weep no more, for 'tis in vain.;
You figh and weep; the Gods neglect
We pray, in hopes they will be kind,
Then clear your brow, and look more gay,
Who knows but that those powers may
The pair, they now have parted, join?
But, fince they have thus cruel been,
Then, Flavia, come, and let us grieve,
Believe we muft embrace no more.
Yet, fhould our fun fhine out at laft;
To make two wandering lovers meet;
How great then would our pleasure be,
But fay, fhould Heaven bring no relief,
V. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
LET perjur'd fair Amynta know,
What for her fake I undergo;
But, oh! fhe fcorns to hear, or fee,
VI. Set by Mr. SMITH.
PHILLIS, fince we have both been kind,
And of each other had our fill;
Tell me what pleasure you can find,
"Tis true, you may with art and pain
Then let us free each other's foul,
And laugh at the dull conftant fool, Who would Love's liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule.
Let us no impofitions fet,
Or clogs upon each other's heart; But, as for pleasure first we met,
So now for pleasure let us part.
We both have spent our stock of love,
VII. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
PHILLIS, this pious talk give o’er,
And modeftly pretend no more;
It is too plain an art :
Surely you take me for a fool,
And would by this prove me fo dull,
In vain you fancy to deceive,
But this is all a fham:
Since any one may plainly fee,
You'd only fave yourself with me,
And with another damn.