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SET TO MUSICK
BY THE MOST EMINENT MASTERS.
I. Set by Mr. ABEL.
READING ends in melancholy;
Wine breeds vices and diseases;
My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly;
II. Set by Mr. PURCELL.
HITHER would my passion run?
Lofing her, I am undone;
Yet would not gain her, to undo her.
Ye tyrants of the human breaft,
III. Set by Mr. DE FESCH.
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 season, 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
Ye pray, in hopes they will be kind,
As if they did regard our state: They hear; and the return we find Is, that no prayers can alter Fate.
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,
To find Heaven kinder than believ'd;
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 fpent 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.