The Squire's Grief Crowned with Comfort: OR, Nectar preferred before Scornful Cynthia,  
To the Tune of Let the Soldiers rejoice.  
Licenced according to Order  
 
 

ARe the Fates so unkind,  
As to keep me confined,  
Debarred of all Free— dom and Pleasure?  
For the young Charming Saint,  
Ne'er regards my Complaint,  
But denies me, denies me the Fountain of Pleasure.   

I'm catched in the Snare,  
Of a Beauty so fair,  
Whom all the whole Wor— l will admire;  
At her Feet when I bow,  
Not a Smile she'll allow,.  
But she leaves me, she leaves me, to burn with desire   
 

When I tell her of Love  
Thar I prise none above  
Fair Cynthia my A— morous jewel;  
She returns me her Frown,  
Which does quite run me down;  
Oh! was ever, was ever a Creature so cruel!   

When her Eyes I beheld,  
With Raptures I swelled  
To gain her I u— said my endeavour;  
But yet all was in vain,  
I might sigh and complain.  
She denied me, denied me the Blessing for ever.   

Being clearly denied,  
I in sorrow replied,  
Whom Beauty a— loan hath invited,  
Is rejected at last,  
This my Glory doth blast,  
Oh! was ever was, ever young Lover so slighted?   

Thus with sorrow apprest,  
And denied of all rest,  
I started when e— ' ere I did slumber,  
For my sorrows were more,  
Then the sands on the shore,  
For I tell you, I tell you, they were out of m●….   

But at length I took Heart,  
And defended the Dart,  
And with a good I— ace I can carry it.  
And solemnly declare,  
There's no Cynthia so fair,  
As a Bottle, a Bottle of delicate Clare●.   

This my joys will restore,  
I'll regard her no more,  
Nor trouble my Nod— dle about her,  
For my Heart is at ease,  
I can love when I please,  
Therefore tell her, now till her I can love 〈◊〉    

Printed for P. Brooksby. J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.