:-\^«*» v -0 THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA LIBRARY PRESENTED BY THE WILLIAM A. WHITAKER FOUNDATION V78U.3 H6?6 Music library ^ This book must not be taken from the Library building. Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/hivecollectionofOOIond THE HIVE COLLECTION Of the moft celebrated SONGS Of our beft Englifh Po ets, Several of which now fir ft Trinted. From words fofweet new grace the notes receive, And mufick borrows helps, Die us'd to give. _ . TlCttBL£* LONDON* Printed for J o h n WalthoEj jun r . over- againft the Royal Exchange mCornhilL ADVERTISEMENT T O T H E READER. H E fongs in this colk&ion have been made choice of chiefly for the purity of their language, their eafy and flowing numbers, or elegant turn of wit, without any regard to their being fet to mufick ; and there has been fo much refpeSi paid to the reader in this choice, that none have been admitted, whofe exprefftons might offend the moji delicate. Immodeft words admit of no defence, For want of decency is want of fenfe. 'This volume contains near 300 fongs, yet un-° doubtedly there are many omitted, which better defervea place in this colleEiion than fome which are inferred ; the publijher has this only to offer in recompenfe, that if the gentlemen^, who have anyfuchin their poffeffion, will befo kind as to* oblige him with them, they (Jmll be communicated to the publick in the fucseeding volume* A % q*T?&& (preparing for the Trefs, A Collection of Englifh Epigrams, Thus docs the Utile Epigram delight, And charm us with its miniature of wit: Whilfi tedious authors give the reader pain, Weary his thoughts, and make him toil in vain j When in lefs volumes we more fie afu re find, And what diverts, fiillbefi informs the mind. YA t D E N. Printed for JohnWaithoe, jun. over-againft the Royal Exchange in CornhilL lf» Whatever Poems of this kind the Bookfeller fhall be favoured with, he will take care to have handfomly and corre&ly printed. KB. The pages 169 to \ % i, are, by mifiake, twice num" ber'd, Jo that if a fong is not found in the one, the reader is de fired to have recourfe to the other \ a T A~ A TABLE OF THE SONGS Contained in this Volume, A Pag. \Bfent from thee, 1 languifh ftill r 163 A female friend advised afwain, 40 Ah! whither, whither (hall . I fly 3 139 Ah how fweet it is to love, 1 46 Alexis fhun'd his fellow (wains, 72 A little love may f >rove a pleafure^ 1 8 3 All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, iz$ All my paft life is mine no more,, 13 1 A maxim this, amongft the wife $ 9 An elderly lady, whofe bulky fyuat figure^ 1 6 Apollo / will not implore? 97 Apollo once finding fair Daphne alone,- 2 a.5 A poor man once a judge be fought , 3 As he lay in the plain, his arm under his head x 3 3 g: As I fat thoughtful in a fhade,, 47 As I faw fair Clara walk alone, 211 Ask me no more where Jove -be/tows-^. 169 As wretched, vain, and indifcreet y , 36 3 As the J now in v allies lying, 241 A young flwpherd hi) life 200, Balda, thou art of womankind. g^> JBanifh, my Lyciia, vhefefad thoughts^ 2 jet-, ^Behold where weeping Venus Jiands / 26.0 A 3. BfeEfcdst* The T A B L E. Belinda* fee from yonder flowers Tag. 257 Beneath a myrtle fliade, 167 Beneath a verdant lawrel's ample fliade, 60 Boaftrnot, miftaken fwaln, thy art 243 Boaftlngfops, who court the fair* 1 8 1 Brunetta vjou'din vain conceal m C Can then a look create a thought, 253 Celi a has a thoufand charms, 80 Celia, hence with affeffation, 1 S 2 * Ce lia V fmlles zv'dl quite undo me, 198 Celia, that I once was blefi, 149 Celia, too late, you would repent, '. 263 Charm' d with Belinda** voice and wit, 1 i Charming is your fh ape and air, 2 1 1 Chloe, your fiver eign charms I own 3 247 Chloris, farewel 5 1 now muft go; 128 Chloris, * twill be for cither's reft, 10 Ciara., charming without art, 239 Cloe be kind, no more perplex me, 9 Z Come, Celia, let's agree, at laft, 186 Come, fair one, be hind, 214 Come, pious mourner, pray no more 1 1 1 Come, Pyrrha, tell what lover now 22a Come tell me no more of love, 130 Corinna coft me many a pray'r, \ 29 Corinna, 'tis you that I love, 252 Cupid, Inftruti an am' tons fwaln 2 34 D Damon, don't leave me, 208 Dear Aminda, in vain you fo colly refufe, 30 Delia, how long muft I defpalr, 238 Defpairwg befede a clear ftr earn, 49 Diogenes furly and proud, 170 jDiftrafled with care, 58 Do not ask me, charming Phillis, 136 Dorinda has fuch pow'rful arts, 222 E'er The TABLE. E'er I thy charming vifage flaw, Pag. i %o Ev'ry man take a glafs in his hand, 207 F. Tain would I, Chloris, e'er I die, 174 Fair and foft, and gay and young, 3 % Fair Celia floe is nice and coy, 63 Faireft ijle all ifles excelling 160 Faireft pride of virgin bloom, 64 Fair his I love, and hourly I die-, 32 Farewel, ungrateful traytor, 197 Flocks are fporting, 33 Foolijh fwain, thy fighsforbare, 224 For folded flocks, on fruitful flams, 1 8 8 From all uneafy paffions free, 3 1 From place to place , forlorn, I go, 112 From vjars and plagues come no fuch harms, 183 From White's and WillV 245 G. Gentle love, this hour befriend me, 44 Give o'er foolijh heart, and make hafte to defpair, 34 Go, go, you vile fot! 35 Go, lovely rofe, 8 1 Go, thou perpetual whining lover j, 161 Grave fops my envy now beget, 235 H. Jfa/fo, &4^?j my rain-deer, and let us nimbly go 14 Hafte, fhepherds, hafte, and come away, 229 Hence, hence, thou vain f ant a flick fear 104 Here end my chains, and thraldom ceafe, 260 Here's to thee, my boy, 199 He's a phlegmatick lover, 1 72 How bleft are fhepherds, hozv happy their lajfes, 1 5 5 How happy the lover 42 Hozv hardly I conceal' d my tears, 152 How long will Cynthia own no flame, 256 How much, egregious Moore, are we 193 How pleafant is mutual love, that is true ? 231 How unhappy a lover am h 14 3 Janthe The T A B L E. i. Ianthe the lovely, the joy of her fwain, Pag. 157 J cannot change, as others do, 27 If I love a man for his money, 191 If love's a fweet pajfion, why does it torment ? 148 If wine and mufick have the pow'r 9 $ I look'd, and ifigh'd, and Iwifl/d I cou'dfpeak, 84 I love, and am lov'd, yet more I dejire ; 60 Tm not one of your fops, who, to pleafe a coy lafs, 187 Tm vex*d to think that Damon woes me, 193 In Cloris all foft charms agree, 164 I never lov'd but one fair maid y 1 8 In Phillis all vile jilts are met, 105 In vain you fable weeds put on, 76 In vain you tell your parting lover, 120 I /mile at Love, and all his arts, 209 ifpend my fad life infighs, and in cries, 26 Jt is a punijhment to love, 23 S It is not, Celia, in ourpow*r, 25 K. Kind opportunity's a friend 1 g4 JU» Ladies, tho' to your conquering eyes 13 3 Late when love I feem*d to fight, 142 Leave, Clorinda, leave the town, g $ Leave off this foolifh prating, ^ 46 Lesbian fmiles (hall ne'er deceive me 2-54 Let not love on me beftow 20 1 Letfome great joys pretend to find 216 Long betwixt love and fear, Phillis tormented 141 Love, {alas /) where do' ft thou reft, 133 Love in phantaftich triumph fat, 106 Lovers, whc wafte your thoughts and youth ^. 65 Love's a dream of mighty treafure, 7 Love's but the frailty of the mind, 70 Love, thou art beft of human joys ',. 236 Mi Maiden frefh as a rofe, S9 Methought The T A B L E. Methought I little Cupid faw, Pag. 20 1 Mortals, learn your lives to meafure, 2,02, Mujing on cares of human fate, 109 Muft poor lovers ft ill be wooing, 83 My days have been fo wond y rous free, 2 3 6 My dear mlfirefs has a heart *73 My eyes with floods of tears overflow, 175 My heart by Lidia long fojfeft ; 147 My lodging it is on the cold ground, 86 N. Nay! let me alone, 4 1 Never more I will proteft, 8 2 No more, feverely kind, affefit $9 No more will Imypajfion hide, 144 No, no, poor furring heart, no change endeavour, 2 1 3 No, no, 'tis in vain, 1 54 Now ponder well, ye ladies fair, 20 O. Obferve, ye beam, Belinda walking, 79 O coward heart, 153 Of all thefimfle things we do 196 Of all the torments, all the cares, 215 Oh conceal that charming creature 225 Oh, how I languijh ! what a ft range 164 Oh hoiv you proteft, and folemnly lie , 189 Oh fight, the mother ofdefires, 29 Oh turn away thofe cruel eyes, 108 Ombre and BafTet laid a fide, 96 On Belvidera^ bofom lying, 15 One evening the lovelieft pair 125 On the banks of the Severn,, a defperate maid, 59 O tyrant love ! haft thou poffeft 205 P. Paftora'j beauties when unblown, 232 Perfuade me not, there is a grace 1 r2 Phillis the young, the fair -, the gay ! 177 PhilliSj, we not grieve that nature, 13 Phillis, whyfhould we delay 9 r §mctdy, The T A B L E. Quickly, Delia, learn my pajfion, Pag. 185 R jRefilefs to pafs the tedious day, 37 S. Sabina with an angel's face* 220 Sad Philocles fighd 'to the wind, 5 6 Say, mighty love, and teach my fong$ 77 See from the fi lent grove Alexis flies, 2, 57 She that wou'd gain a conftant lover, 88 Silly [wain, give o'er thy vjooing, &7 Silvia, meth'mks, you are unfit 28 Since, fair Aurelia, you alone * 5 8 Since times are fo bad, I muft tell thee, fweet heart, J 79 Since 'tis to fin fo very fweet, * ° 3 Some fay I for Olinda die, * 66 Some fay women are like thefeas, 43 Some vex their fouls ; with jealous pain* 7 l Stand fill, ye floods, do not deface * ° x Stay, Phoebus, flay, *73 Strephon the god of love defy% 5 ,<5 Stript of their greens our groves appear, 2. 2 1 Such command o'er my fate, has your love, or your hate, 187 Sweet are the charms of her I love, i 7 - 1 T. Take, oh take, my fears away, 28 Tell me, Amelia, tell me x pray x *34 Tell mc, Belinda, pr'ythee do, 189 Tell me, Cupid, where' s thy nefl, 43 Tell me not I my time mifpend, *>6 Tell m e, pr 'y t hee, fait hie fs fwa in, ■ 7 Tell me, Thirfis, tell your anguijh, .2. t 9 Tell me why, my charming fa ir 9 * 3 5 Tell my Strephon that I die, * 7 Tell us, Cupid, in what fchcols, *o6 The bird, that hears her neftltngs cry, 1 The bow fhe ftrungy and to the head 21© The bright efl goddefs of the sky 259 The The T A B L E. The budding rofe Pag. 168 The Cupids had left all the lawns, 3 The cruel Celia loves and burns 244 The fair in the city 1 9 1 The groves, the plains, the nymphs, and fwains, 19 The merry waves dance up and down, and play, 1 8 z The nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind $ 2 5 The precious hours of flying youth 251 The wakeful nightingal, that takes no refl, 74 They that never had the ufe .73 Think not, my fair, Wis fin or fhame, 20 a Tho* cruel you feem to my pain, 1 1 9 Thoughtful nights, and reftlefs waking, 6z Thus to a youthful, fickle fwain, 70 *Tis not your beauty can engage 212 "Tis now, flnce 1 fat down before 203 * Tisftrange, this heart within my breafl, 255 To beauty devoted m 49 To lor dings proud I tune my fong, 113 To the bleak winds, on barren fands, 250 To this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, 151 *Twas fancy fir ft made Celia fair 5 2 *Tzvas in this fhade, 165 9 Twas when the feas were roaring j yj V. Variety I love, 'tis true, 248 U. Upon a floady bank reposed, $$ Upbraid me not, capricious fair, 92, W. We all to conquering beauty bow, 1^5 Wert thou yet fairer than thou art, 1QZ What art thou love f whence are thofe charms, 3 3 What ! put off with one denial ? x 5 % When all vjas wrapt in dark midnight, j6 9 When bright Aurelia trip the plain, , - Q When, Celia, muft my eld days fe', l4 - When charming Teramima fwgs, i6 ^ When The T A B L E. When firft I faw thee graceful move, Pag. 223 When I held out again ft your eyes, 246 When Silvia runs to woods-, and groves : 9 63 When yielding firft to Damon's flame, 17 Wherever I am, and zvhatever I do, 233 Where wou'd coy Aminta run, 76 While 1 lift en to thy voice, 234 While in the bower, with beauty bleft, 6 Whilft I gaze on Cloe trembling, 178 Why, lovely charmer, tell me why, 249 Why, Phillis, with aprudifto air, 242 Why fhou'd a fooliflo marriage-vow, 175 Why fhou*d a heart jo tender break ? 215 Why fo pale and wan, fond lover ? , 181 Why was not wit with beauty join 9 d ? 100 Why will Florella, when I gaze 140 Wild andfrantick is my grief ! 385 Winds whifper gen tly whilft fhe fteeps, 176 With fighing and wiping, and green-ftcknefs diet, 374 With ftudied airs, and practised fmiles, 2.4. Would we attain the happieft ftate, 68 Wou 9 d you chufe a wife, for a happy life, 93 Y. Ye happy fwains, whofe hearts are free 153 Te little loves that round her wait, 177 Te nymphs, no more take pains to hide 190 Ye nymphs who frequent thofe fweet plains, 54 Yeftars that rul y d my birth, 94 Ye fwains that are courting a maid, 7 5 Ye virgin powers, defend my heart 173 Ye winds to whom Colin complains, 52 You 1 love, by all that's true, 45 Young Chryfoftom had virtue, fenfe, 15© Young Damon, ajhepherd of dangerous mien, 195 Young I am, and yet unskilled 67 You fay, Wis love creates the pain, 1 2 You fay, you love, repeat again, 2 1 8 You that think love can convey, 228 tr A COL- COLLECTION O F SONGS, &c. gHE bird, that hears her neftlings cry. And flies abroad for food, Returns* impatient through the sky* To nurfe the callow brood. The tender mother knows no joy, But boads a thoufand harms, And fickens for the darling boy, While abfent from her arms. Such fondnefs, with impatience joyn'd, My faithful bofom fires, Now forc'd to leave my fair behind 3 The queen of my defires ! B The % A Collection of Songs^ &c. The powers of verfe too languid prove, All flmilies are vain, To mew how ardently I love, Or to relieve my pain. The faint with fervent zeal infpir'd For heaven and joys divine, The faint is not with raptures nVd, More pure, more warm, than mine. I take what liberty I dare; 'Twere impious to fay more : Convey my longings to the fair, The goddefs I adore. *>-yiWAS fancy firft made Celta fair; X 'Twas fancy gave her fhape and air i It rob'd the fun, ftript every ftar, Of beauties, to beftow on her; And when it had the goddefs made, Down it fell, and worfhipped. Creator firft, and then a creature \ Narcijfus, and a pail of water. ColxnY A Collection of Songs ^ &c. Colin's advice ; or Damon to Nifa. TH E cupids had left all the lawns, The fhepherds fell out about Pan j The noife had affrighted the fawns, And all the kind wood-doves were gone. The reeds had forgot their fweet drains, Nor murmur *d fo foft as before 5 Difputes had diftracted the fwa'ns, And love was regarded no more. Poor Damon might talk to the wind His paffion for Nifa the fair 5 And think, and think on, till he pin'd; And figh till he vanifh'd to air. The fhepherds fad comforters prove 5 Talk nought but of Pan, and the times 5 Inhumanely banter his love, And call it all whining, and rhimes. To fhun all their jeers, and their ftrife, He flies to a neighbouring cave, To lament the hard fate of his life, And hopes 'twill be Ihortly his grave. B a A^ainfl 4 A Collection of Songs \ &c Againft the damp rock he reclin'd, Like a languifhing lover, his head: * e My foul now unload thy whole mind 5 cr Here none can upbraid thee, he faid. He thought it a kind of relief, Whilft here he lamented alone : Kind echoes repeated his grief^ In plaints full as foft as his own. ec O ! all ye foft powers above, « f And muft I be filent and die J fc Did Nifa but know how I love, f € The charmer cou'd never deny. ge Young Colin had skill to complain, f€ And mingle fuch art with his woe $ * r The nymphs were all touched with his pain, J And tears from the Nereids flow. (e But Damon, a plain-hearted fwain, €€ On mere fimple truth muft rely : «' But what can mere truth hope to gain ff In a lover, fo artlefs as I \ " What oceans of love through me roll ! ts Oh ! 'tis not in words to impart (< The billows, that hang on my foul; t€ The forrow, that choaks up my heart. « f Why, ye fates, was I deftin'd to bear %< A forrow I cannot reveal 5 « Or A Collection of Songs > &c. €C Or kill me, or help me declare % To Nifa the paflion I feel. Young Colin flood liftening near, And thus he furprizes the youth $ &c. 9 A Maxim this, amongft the wife 5 That ab fence cures a love-flck mind: And others, who philofophize, Gravely pronounce, that love is blind* Alas ! too well do lovers fee : And feparated bell agree. Banifh me from Belinda's fight j Or, the fond maid far hence remove : Our bodies part 5 our fouls unite; The more we grieve, the more we love* Believe the youth, you wrongly blame* Ah 'fence adds fuel to the flame. Between us burning defarts place 3 Or, tracklefs mountains, hid in fnow % Or let the wide, unfathom'd fpace Of roaring feas, between us, flow : Place, or not place them $ 'tis all one : Empires have bounds % but, love has none. Secure us, if you can fecure, On diftant rocks, in towers of brafs: When faithful lovers mod endure, Still, mod improv'd their minutes pafs. Imprifon her $ imprifon me : In fpight of prifons, thought is free ! Ceafe io A Collection of Songs , &c, Ceafe then your idle, cruel arts $ Recall your harm command : A deftiny rules over hearts 5 And, who can deftiny withftand} In vain, alas ! is human skill : Love will be love, do what you will. c H L o r 1 s, 'twill be for either's reft, Truly to know each other's breaft : I'll make th obfcureft part of mine Tranfparent as I would have thine* If you will deal but fo with me, We foon fhall part, or foon agree. Know then, tho' you were twice as fair^ If it could be, as now you are 5 And though the graces of your mind With a refembling Iuftre fhin'd : Yet if you love me not, you'll fee I'll value thofe as you do me. Though I a thoufand times had fworn My paffion mould tranfcend your fcorn^ And that your bright triumphant eyes Create a flame that never dies; Yet if to me you prov'd untrue, Thofe oaths Ihould turn as falfe to you. If ji Cc lie ft ion of Songs y &c. 1 1 If I vowM to pay love for hate, 'Twas, I confefs, a meer deceit 5 Or that my flame fhould deathlefs prove, 'Twas -but to render fo your love : I brag"d as cowards u*'d to do Of dangers they*ll ne'er run into. And now my tenents I have fhow'd, If you think them too great a load 5 T'attempt your change, were but in vain, The conquell not being worth the pain. With them I'll other nymphs fubdue j *Tis too much to lofe time, and you. CHarm'd with Belindas voice and wit, I ask'd Apollo's aid, That I might fing in numbers fit, Th* harmonious, heavenly maid* Unlefs, faid he, fhe form the fong, Unlefs (he fing the ftrain, The fenfe, the mufick of her tongue, Muft undsfcrib'd remain. She. 1% AColletfion of Songs, 8cc. She. yOU fay, 'tis love creates the pain, X Of which fo fadly you complain 5 And yet would fain engage my heart In that uneafy cruel part : But how, alas ! think you, that I Can bear the wound, of which you die > He. 'Tis not my paffion makes my care, But your indifPrence gives defpair : The lufty fun begets no fpring, 'Till gentle fhow'i s affiftance bring s So love that fcorches and deftroys, *Till kindnefs aids, can caufe no joys. She. Love has a thoufand ways to pleafe^ But more to rob us of oiir eafe : For wakeful nights, and careful days, Some hours of pleafure he repays 5 But abfence foon, or jealous fears, Overflow the joys with floods of tears. He. By vain and fenfelefs forms betray'd, Harmlefs love's th* offender madej While we no other pains endure, Than thofe, that we our felves procure s But one foft moment makes amends For all the torment that attends. »« A Colle&ion of Songs , Sec. 1 3 Both. Let us love,, let us love, and to happinefs hafte j Age and wifdom come too faft : •Youth for loving was defign'd. He. I'll be conftant, you be kind. She. You be conftant, I'll be kind, Both. Heaven can give no greater blefllng Than faithful love, and kind poflefling . Ph 1 l l 1 s, we not grieve that nature, Forming you, has done her part $ And in every fingle feature, Shew'd the utmoil of her art. But in this it is pretended, That a mighty grievance lies, That your heart mould be defended Whilft you wound us with your eyes* Love's a fenfelefs inclination, Where no mercy's to be found $ But is juft, where kind companion Gives us balm to heal the wound. Perjians paying folemn duty To the rifing fun inclin'd, Never would adore his beauty, But in hopes to make him kind. C A La p« 14 A Collection of Songs ^ &c. ^Lapland Song. T T A S T E, my rain-deer, and let us nimbly go *■ -*• Our am'rous journey through this dreery wafte s Hafte, my rain-deer, ftill, ftill thou art too flow, Impetuous love demands the lightning's hafte. Around us far the rufhy moors are fpread : Soon will the fun withdraw his chearful ray ; Darkling and tir'd we fhall the marfhes tread, No lay unfung to cheat the tedious way. The wat'ry length of thefe unjoyous moors Does all the flow'ry meadows pride excel j Through thefe I fly to her my foul adores 5 Ye flow'ry meadows, empty pride, farewel. Each moment from the charmer I'm confined My breaft is tortur'd with impatient fires 5 Fly, my rain-deer, fly fwifter than the wind, Thy tardy feet wing with my fierce defires. Our pleafing toil will then be foon o'erpaid, And thou, in wonder loft, malt view my fair, Admire each Feature of the lovely maid, Her ardefs charms, her bloom, her fpvightly air. But A Collection of Songs, Sec. 15 But lo ! • with graceful motion there me fwims, Gently removing each ambitious wave 3 The crowding waves transported clafp her limbs : When, when, oh when, fhall I fuch freedoms have ! In vain, you envious ftreams, fo faft you flow, To hide her from a lover's ardent gaze : From ev'ry touch you more tranfparent grow, And all reveai'd,the beauteous wanton plays. ^^ A^^^^^^AA AA «t»& Attitfjifnf Hfj^fjrt|5?t?4? *fe "1? it ON Belvldem y s bqfom lying, Wifhing, panting, fighing, dying, The cold regardlefs maid to move, With unavailing pray'rs 1 fue : te You firft have taught me how to love, cc Ah teach me to be happy too ! But fhe, alas! unkindly wife, To all my fighs and tears replies, fe ? Tis every prudent maid's concern cc Her lover's fondnefs to improve} tf If to be happy you fhall learn, €i You quickly would forget to love. Stebphon 1 6 A Collection of 'Songs ■, &c. s trephon the god of love defy'd 5 Carelefs on Chloe's form he gaz'd 5 I a Celiacs air no goddefs fpy'd 5 And Mira y s wit with judgment prais'd. The flighted god at laft decreed, His brighteft nymph the youth mould love, What ftratagem will then fucceed A ftubborn generous foul to move. His arrow pierces Silvias heart 5 Said Strephon, landing near, I End, The gold, that points the fatal dart, Has wounded both, and both has join'd. AN elderly lady, whofe bulky fquat figure, By hoop and white damask, was rendered much [bigger, Without hood, and bare-neck'd, to the park did re- [pair To fhew her new cloaths, and to take the frefli air. Her fhape, her attire, rais'd a fhout and a laughter j Away waddles madam, the mob hurries after : Quoth a wag then, obferving the noify croud follow, As me came with a Hoof, (he is gone with a Hollow. w ~\ * TELL A Colleffion of Songs, &c. 17 TELL my Strephon that- 1 die, Let echoes to each other tell., 'Till the mournful accents come To Strephon's ear, and all is well. But gently breath the fatal truth, And foften ev'ry harfher found 5 Tor Strephon' s fuch a tender youth, The fofteft words too deep will wound. Now fountains, echoes, all be dumb, Tor mould I coft my fw.ain a tear, I mould repent it in my tomb, And grieve I bought my reft fo dear a WHEN yielding firft to Damon's flame* 5 I funk into his arms, ^ e fwore he'd ever be the fame, Then rifled all my charms. But fond of what he'd long deflVd, Too eager of his prey, My ihepherd's flame, alas ! expir'd Before the verge of day, M| 1 8 A ColleEiion of Songs, dec. My Innocence of lovers wars Reproach'd his quick defeat, Confus'd, afham'd, and bath'd in tears* I mourn'd his cold retreat. At length, ah fhepherdefs ! cry'd he, Would you my fire renew, You mud, alas ! retreat like me, I'm loft if you purme* The Revenge. I Never lov'd but one fair maid-, And me did prove untrue, Untrue to him who to her paid ,, More love than was her due. Her wand'ring Hearty and faithlefs eyes*. Made many a fhepherd weep 5 Whilft all of them fought for the prize,, Which none of them could keep, - Ah! flnce 'tis fo, ye gods, fad I*. Ye righteous pow'rs above, Hevenge on her my mifery, My true but flighted love. So A Collection of Songs, &c, 1 9 So may fhe love as fhe made me, And find the fame difdain $ Since fhe was pleasVl with cruelty, Now may fhe feel the pain. May flie know what it is to love, And lofe her wand'ring heart, To one who will unconftant prove^ And let her feel the fmart. I {pake, and lo ! there did enfue A ftrange Cataftrophe $ The Gods would punifh her I knew, But little thought by me. TH E groves,, the plains, the nymphs, and fwains, The {liver ftreams, and cooling fhade, All, all declare how falfe you are, How many hearts you have betray 'd-. Diffembler go, too well I know Your fatal, falfe, deluding art 5 To every fhe, as well as me, You make an ofPring of your heart, Virtue io A Co lie & ion ofSongs^ 6cc. Virtue/;/ Danger : Or, A Lamen- table Story how a Virtuous Lady had like to have been ravijtid by her Sifter* s Footman. To the Tune of the Children in the Wood, NO W ponder well, ye ladies fair, Thefe words that I mall write i I'll tell a tale fhall make you ftare, Of a poor lady's fright. She laid her down all in her bed, And foon began to fnore, jt never came into her head, To lock her chamber door. A footman of her fifter dear, A fturdy Scot was he, Without a ftnfc of godly fear, Bethought him wickedly. Thought he this lady lies alone, I like her comely face $ It would moil gallantly be dope^ Her body to embrace* In A Co lie 51 ion of Songs, &c. 21 In order to this bold attempt, He ran up ftairs apace, While fhe, poor lady, nothing dreamt, Or, dreamt it was his Grace. The candle flaming in her eyes. Made her full foon awake $ He fcorn'd to do it by furprife, Or her a-fleeping take. A Sword he had, and hard by it A thing appeared withall, Which we, for very modefty, A piftol chufe to call. This piftol in one hand he took, And thus began to woe her 5 Oh ! how this tender creature fnook, When he prefented to her. Lady, quoth he, I muft obtain, For I have lov'd thee long. Would you know how my heart you gain'd, You had it for a fong. Refolve to quench my prefent flame. Or you fhall murder'd be 5 It was thofe pretty eyes, fair dame* That firfl: have murder'd me, The 1Z A Collection of Songs •, &c. The lady look'd, with fear, around, As in her bed fhe lay; And though half dying in a fwoon, Thus to her felf did fay. fC Who rafhly judge,, (it is a rule) " Do often judge amifs : fr I thought this fellow was a fool, €e But there's fome fcnfc in this." She then recover'd heart of grace, And did to him reply, rr Sure, Arthur, you've forgot your place, (e Or know not that 'tis I. e< Do you conflderwho it is, €c That you thus rudely treat } ** 'Tis not for Scoundrel Scrubs to with « f To tafte their mailer's meat. Tut, Tut, quoth he, I do not care, And fo pull'd down the cloathes : Uncover'd lay this lady fair, From bubbies down to toes. u Oh Arthur, cover me, (fhe faid) " Or fure I mall get cold : Which prefently the Rogue obey'd % He could not hear her fcold. He A Co lie £t ion of Songs, &c. 2 3 He laid his fword clofe by her fide Her heart went pit-a-pat; <€ You've but one weapon left, (fhe cry'd) " Sure I can deal with that. 1 * She faw the looby frighted ftand, Out of the bed jump'd Hie., Catch'd hold of his fo furious hand 5 A fight it was to fee ! His Piftol hand fhe held faft clos'd, As fhe remembers well 5 But how the other was difpos'd There's none alive can telL The fword full to his heart fhe laid, But yet did not him flay j £or when he faw the mining blade, God-wot, he ran away. When me was fure the knave was gone Out of her father's hall, This virtuous lady ftraight began Moft grievoufly to bawl. In came pawpaw, and mawmaw dear, Who wonder 'd to behold : < c Oot * Grifee, what a noife is here, « Why flond you in the cold \ * The lady's name was Griflell. Come Celia, come learn of thefe fhades to be kind, Learn to yield when I flgh, trees bend with the wind 5 When drops often fall, rocks, ftones, will relent, Ah I learn, cruel maid ! when I weep, to repent. Kind ivies do ne'er from embraces remove, Rivers mix, and that mixture a marriage may prove j Learn of trees to embrace $ of ri vers,cold rivers, to love. 1 tan- A Collection of Songs, 8cc. 2 7 I Cannot change, as others do, Tho' you unjuftly (corn : Since that poor Twain that fighs for you, For you alone was born. No, Phillis, no, your heart to move Afurerway I'll try : And to revenge my flighted love, Will ftill love on, will ftill love on, and die. When, kiird with grief, Amlntas liesj And you to mind (hill call, The fighs that now unpity'd rife, The tears that vainly fall t That welcome hour that ends this fmart, Will then begin your pain 5 For fuch a faithful tender heart Can never break, can never break in vain. P TAKE aS A Collection ofSongs, &c. TAKE, oh take, my fears away, Which thy cold difdains have bred 5 And grant me one aufpicious ray, Prom thy morn of beauties fhed. But thy killing beams reftrain, Leaft I be by beauty flain. Spread, oh fpread, thofe orient twins, Which thy fixowy bofom grace 5 Where love in milk, and rofes fwims, Blind with luftre of thy face. But let love thaw 'em firft, leaft I Do on thofe frozen mountains die. Silvia, methinks, you are unfit For your great lord's embrace ; For tho' we all allow you wit, We can't a handfome face. Then where's the pleafure, where's the good^ Of fpending time and coft 5 For if your wit ben't underftood, Your keeper's bliis is loft. OH A Collection of Songs, &c. 29 OH fight, the mother ofdefires, What charming objects doft thou yield 1 'Tis fweet, when tedious night expires, To fee the rofy morning gild The mountain tops,. and paint the field ! But when Clorinda comes in fight, She makes the fummer's day more bright, And when fiie goes away, 'tis night. *Tis Tweet the blufhing morn to view 5 And plains adorn'd with pearly dew : But fuch chea*p delights to fee, Heaven and nature Give each creature 5 They have eyes as well as we : This is the joy, all joys above, To fee, to fee, That only me, That only fhe we love. And, if we may difcover, What charms both nymph and lover* 'Tis when the fair at mercy lies, With kind and amorous anguifh, To figh, to look, to languifh. On each others eyes. I>3 DEAR 3D ACollefiion of Songs, &c. DEAR Aminda, in vain you fo coily refufe, What nature and love do infpii'ej That formal old way, which your mother did ufe, Can never confine the defire, It rather adds oil to the fire. When the tempting delights of wooing are loft, And pleafure's a duty become 5 k We both mail appear, like fome dead lover's ghaft, To frighten each other from home 5 And the genial bed like a tomb. Now low at your feet your fond lover will lie, And feek a new fate in. your eyes } One amorous fmiie will exalt him fo high, He can all but Amlnda defpife 5 Then change to a frown, and he dies. To love, and each other, we'll ever be trues But to raife our enjoyments by art, ^We'll often fallout, and as often renew * For to wound and cure the (mart, It the pleafure which captives the heart. FROM A Collection of Songs , 8cc. 3 1 FROM all uneafy paflions free, Revenge, ambition, jealoufy, Contented I had been too blefr, If love and you wouM let me reft. Yet that dull life I now dtf^ifQ $ Safe from your eyes, I fear'd no griefs, but oh* I found no joys,. Amidfl: a thoufand foft defires, Which beauty moves, and love infpires 5 I feel fuch pangs of jealous fear, No heart fo kind as mine can bear $ Yet I'll defy the worft of harms j Such are thofe charms, *Tis worth a life, to die within your arms. Bkunetta wou'd in vain conceal How well fhe likes her lover 5 Her breaft, her eyes, each thought reveal^ Each warmed hope difcover. Words maybe artful and deceive 5 But in her wifhing eyes, And in her breads, whene'er they heave,, Unerring nature lies. Then 3 x A Colletfion of Songs, &c. Then fince Brunettes heart I know, And fhe can guefs at mine $ Why fhoird we not together go Where each of them incline \ Why fear we what the formal fay With grave cenforious brow J *Tis but the malice of a day, That envies what we do. Vile fots and gamefters ev'ry day Their reputation fquander 5 If ours we lofe, 'tis in a way Might tempt a faint to wander. FAIR Iris I. love, and hourly I die $ But not for a lip, nor a languifhing eye : She's fickle and falfe, and there we agree 3 [For I am as falfe, and as fickle as fhe : We neither believe what either can fay 5 And, neither believing, we neither betray. J Tis civil to fwear, and fay things of courfe 3 We mean not the taking for better for worfe; Whenprefent we love; when abfent, agree : I think not of Iris, nor Iris of me : The legend of love no couple can find, So eafy to part, or fo equally join'd. FLOCKS A Collection of Songs^ 8cc. 3 3 FLOCKS are fporting, Doves are courting, Warbling linnets fweetly fings Joy and pleafure, Without meafure, Kindly hail the glorious fpring.. Flocks are bleating, Rocks repeating, Valleys echo back the found s. Dancing, finging, Piping, fpringing* Nought but mirth and joy go round. WH A T art thou love 5 whence are thofe charms* That thus thou bear 'ft an univerfal rule 5 Tor thee the foldier quits his arms, The king turns flave, the wifemanfool* In vain we chafe thee from the field, And with cool thoughts refift thy yoke ^ Next tide of blood, alas I we yield, And all thofe high refolves are broke* In 34 Jt Collection of Songs ^ &c» In vain our nature we accufe, And doat, becaufe fhe fays we mull : This for a brute were an excufe, Whofe very foul and life is luft. To get our likenefs, what is that ? Our likenefs is but mifery : Why fhould I toil to propagate Another thing as vile as I > n from hands divine our fpirits came, And gods that made us did infpire Something more noble in our frame, Above the dregs of earthly fire. Give o'erfoolifh heart, and make hafte to defpair, Por Daphne regards not thy vows nor thy pray'r: When I plead for thy pafllon, thy pains to prolong, She courts herguittar, and replies with a fong : No more fhall true lovers thy beauty adore„ Were the gods fo fevere, men would worfhip no more* No more will I wait, like a flave at thy door, I'll fpend die cold nights at thy window no more * My lungs in long fighs I no more will exhale, Since thy pride is to make me growfullen and pale : No more fhall Am'mtas thy pity implore, Were the gods fo ingrate,men would woriliip no more- No^ A Co lie 6f ion of Songs, &c. 3 5- No more fhall thy frowns or free humour perfwade, To court the fair idol my fancy has made ; When thy faints, Co neglected, their follies give o'er, Thy deity's lofr, and thy beauty's no more. No more (hall Arnintas, 5c c. How weak are the vows of a lover in pain, When flatter'd by hope, or opprefs'd by difdain i No fooner my Daphne's bright eyes I review, Eut all is forgot, and I vow all anew j No more, cruel nymph, I will murmur no more • Did the gods feem fo fair, men would worfhip them (more. g$MM»9®9M99M9M A Dialogue between a Cobler and his Wife. She. *^\ O, go, you vile fot ! vJ Quit your pipe and your pot : Get home to your flail and be doing. You puzzle your pate With whi miles of ftate, And play with edge-tools to your ruin. Ha Keep in that fhrill note, Or, I'll ram down your throat This red-hot black pipe I am fmoaking. Thou plague of my life ! Thou gipfy ! thou wife ! How dar'ft thou thy lord be provoking J y6 A Colle&ion of Songs, Sec, She. You riot and roar For Babylon's whore, And give up your bible and pfalter s I prithee, dear 'Kit, Have a little more wit, And keep thy neck out of the halter. He. Nay prithee, fweet Joan, Now let me alone To follow this princely vocation * I mean to be great Infpiteofmy fate $ And fettle myfclf and the nation* She. Go, go, you vile fot ! He. I matter thee not. She. Was ever poor woman fo flighted $ He. Thy fortune is made ! She. Go follow your trade ! He. 1 tell thee, I mean to be knighted. She. A whipping-poft knight 1 He. Get out of my fight ! She. Thou traitor, thou ! mark thy fad ending* He. I'll new-vamp the ftate $ The church I'll tranflate : Old fhoes are no more worth the mending. REST- AQollediion of Songs, &c. 3 7 REftlefs to pafs the tedious day, The filent nights in heavy fighs $ To fhun the mall, the park, the play, When you are abfent from my eyes: To wander by the winding brook, To haunt the unfrequented grove, Penfive to liften to the rook, Tell me, my Emma, i'n't this love > Too fure ! I feel the racking dart : Nor does your flave your conqueft mourn;: In pity eafe a tortured heart, And make his paffion a return. As with fuperior charms my fair Above her fex is juftly bleft, So ne'er was flame like mine fincere By any fhepherd yet profeft. E FAIR 38 A Collection of Songs \ &c. FAIR and foft, and gay and young, All charm ! me plaid, fhe danc'd, fhe fung ! There was no way to 'fcape the dart, No care cou\I guard the lover's heart. Ah ! why, cry'd I, and dropt a tear, (Adoring, yet defpairing e'er To have her to my felf alone) Was fo much fweetnefs made for one 5 But growing bolder, in her ear I in foft numbers told my care : She heard, and rais'd me from her feet, And feem'd to glow with equal heat. Like heav Vs too mighty to exprefs ! My joys cou'd but be known by guefs! Ah, fool, faid I, what have I done, To wifh her made for more than one > But long I had not been in view, Before her eyes their beams withdrew $ E'er I had reckoned half her charms, She funk into another's arms. But fhe that once cou'd faithlefs be, Will favour him no more than me. He, too, will find himfelf undone, And that (lie was not made for one. MAIDEN A Collection of Songs ^ &c. 39 MAiden frefh as a rofe, Young, buxom, and full of jollity, Take no fpoufe among beaus, Fond of their raking quality 3 He who wears a longbufh, All powder down from his perricrane s And with nofe full of fnufh, Snuffles out love in merry vein. Who to dames of high place, Do's prattle like any parrot too, Yet with doxes a brace, At night piggs in a garret too 5 Patrimony outrun, To make a fine fhew to carry thee 5 Plainly friend th'art undone, If fuch a creature marry thee. Then for fear of a bride Of flatt'ring noife and vanity^ Yoke a lad of our tribe, He'll fhew thee bed humanity. Flamy thou wilt find love, In civil as well as fecular $ But when fpirit doth move,. We have a gift particular. Tho* 40 A Collection of Songs > &c; Tho* our gravenefs is pride, That boobies the more may venerate ^ He that gets a good bride, Can jump when he's to generate 5 Off then goes the difguife, To bed in his arms he'll carry thee 1 Then to be happy and wife, Take Tea and Nay to marry thee. A Female friend advis'd a fwain, ( Whofe heart fhe wifh'd at eafe) Make love thy pleafure, not thy pain^ Nor let it deeply feize. Beauty, where vanities abound* No ferious paffion claims 5 Then, 'till a Phcenix can be founds Do not admit the flames. But griev'd fhe finds, that his replies (Since prepoffefs'd when young) Take all their hints from Silvia's eyes, None from Ardelia's tongue, Thus, Cupid, of our aim we mifs, Who wou'd unbend thy bow, And each flight nymph a Phcenix is,, When love will have it fo. NAY A Collection of Songs, &c. 41 N A Y ! let me alone, Iproteftl'll be gone $ .'Tis a folly to think I'll be fubjed to one. Never hope to confine A young gallant to dine Like a fcholar of 'Oxford, on nought but the loin 2 For, after enjoyment, our bellies are full 3 And the fame dim again, makes the appetite dull, By your wantoning art, Of a figh, and a ftart, You endeavour in vain,, to inveigle my heart 3 For the pretty difguife Of your languifhing eyes, Will never prevail with my flnews to rife : And 'twas never the mode, in an amorous treat, When a lover has drn'd, to perfwade him to eat. Faith, Betty, the j eft Is almoft at the heft, 'Tis only variety makes up the feaft 5 , For when we've enjoyed, And withpleafures are cloy'd, The vows that we made to love ever, are void : And you know, pretty nymph, it was ever unfit, That a meal fhou'd be made of a relilhing bit. E 3 HOW 4& «d ColleUton of Songs ^ <$tc. HO W happy the lover,, How eafy his chain, Howpleafing his pain! How fweet to difcover He fighs not in vain. Por love, every creature Is form'd by his nature j No joys are above The pleafures of love. In vain are our graces, In vairt are your eyes, If love you dcfpife $ When age furrows faces *Tis time to be wife. Then ufe the fhort blefling^ That tiles in pofleffing : Ho joys are above The pleafures of love*. TEL L A Collection of Songs, &c. 43 TE L L me Cupid, where's thy neft, In Clora's eyes, or in my breaft }■ When I do behold her rays, I conclude it in her face : But when I confider how They both wound, and burn me too, I conclude then by my fmart, Thou inhabits in my heart.. Mighty love, to mew thy power, Tho' it be but for an hour,, Let me beg, without offence, Thou wilt fhiftthy refidence | And ere& thy felf a neft, In my eyes, and in her breaft.. SOME fay women are like the feas, Some the waves, and fome the rocks, Some the ro'fe that foon decays, Some the weather, fome the cocks 5 But if you'll give me leave for to tell, There's nothing can be compared fo well As wine, wine, women. and wine, they run in a parallel Women 44 A ColleBion ofSongs^ Sec. Women are witches when they will, So is wine, fo is wine 5 They make the ftatefman lofe his skill, The foldier, lawyer, and divine j They put a gigg in the graveft skull, And fend their wits to gather wool. 'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, they run in a parallel. What is't that makes your vifage fo pale, What is't that makes your looks divine, What is't that makes your courage to fail, Is it not women, is it not wine. 'Tis wine,wine,women and wine,they run in a parallel. GEntle love this hour befriend me, To my eyes refign thy dart 5 Notes of melting muflck lend me. To diflblve a frozen heart. Chill as mountain-mow her bofom, Tho' I tender language ufe 3 'Tis by cold indifference frozen, To my arms, and to my mufe. See my dying eyes are pleading, Where a broken heart appears, For thy pity interceding, With the eloquence of tears. While A Collection of Songs, &c. 4? While the lamp of life is fading, And beneath thy coldnefs dies, Death my ebbing pulfe invading, Take my foul into thy eyes. Y O U Hove, by all that's true, More than all things here below j With a paffion far more great, Than e'er creature loved yet : And yet ftill you cry, forbear, Love no more, or love not here. Bid the mifer leave his ore, Bid the wretched figh no more 5 Bid the old be young again, Bid the nun not think of man : Silvia, this when you can do, Bid me then not think of you. Love's not a thing of choice, but fate, That makes me love, that makes you hate j Silvia then do what you will, Eafe or cure, torment or kill 5 Be kind or cruel, falfe or true j Love I mufiy and none but you. LEAVE 46 A ColleSHou of Songs, &c. LEAVE off this foolifh prating, Talk no more of whig and tory 5 But drink your glafs, Round let it pafs, The bottle (lands before you* Pill it up To the top, Let the night with mirth be crown'd 3 Drink about, See it out, Love and friendlhip (till go round* If claret be a bleffing, This night devote to pleafure, Let worldly cares, And ft ate affairs, Be thought" on at more leifure. Pill it up, <&c. If any is fo zealous, To be a party's minion, Let him drink like me, We'll foon agree, And be of one opinion. Pill it up, &c. AS A Collet ion of Songs > &c. 47 AS I fat thoughtful in. a fhade,* There I fpied a loving pair, Who, clofely by each other laid, Paft their time in fofter care: While me look'd fadly on the ground, On her eyes the youth's were fixt 5 In which methought he gladly found, Jealoufy with kindnefs mixt. But his foon dull and heavier grew. When fheraiYd her drooping head $ And told him flnce he was untrue, With his faith her love was fled. Tho' jealoufy be full of pain, Conftant love can fuffer more 5 The death of yours, fays the griev'd fwain, Shews it was but weak before. The nymph replied, flnce you can prove, Falfe to one fo kind as I - y Alas, how hard it is to love, And how eafy 'tis to die ! He anfwer'd, and did gently fdze Her fair hand, he did adore, Since you can dio with fo much eafe, You can love me ftill with more. Difguife 48 A Collection of Songs, &c, Di/guife not then your tender heart, Pear I fhould another's be, Betrays, in fpite of all your art, That you were born for only me. Like gentle dew on withered leaves, Love is loft on almoft all $ But the frefh flower with joy receives That which there would vainly fall. To faireft nymphs love adds a grace, And no kind one can be foul 3 Love gives a beauty to the face, And a foftnefs to the foul Since therefore feign'd inconftancy, With the world deceives you too % Henceforth my flame (hall rather be Seen by all, than not by you. As by. fome water's purling noife Oft repofe we fooneft find 5 So thefe fond turtles murmuring joys, Rock'd aflee-p my reftlefs mind. Which I from this bleft couple brought, Treed from all my duller care $ But in it's place, alas, I thought Him too happy, her to fair* T O AColleftion of Songs, Sec. 49 TO beauty devoted, Expe&ing, defiring, With paffion expiring, I ferve the blind boy. Yet ever contented, So eafy the chain is, So pleaflng the pain is, I ferve him with joy. Colin's Complaint. DEfpairing befide a clear ftream, A fhepherd forfaken was laid > And while a falfe nymph was his theme^ A willow fupported his head. The wind that blew over the plain* To his fighs with a figh did reply j And the brook, m return to his pain, Ran mournfully murmuring by. Alas, filly Twain that I vtas ! Thus fadly complaining he cry'd, When firft I beheld that fair face, •TWcrc better by far I had dy'd. She fo A Collection of Songs, &c. She talk'd, and I bleft her dear tongue 5 When fhe fmil'd, 'twas a pleafure too great; I liften'd, and cry'd, when me Tung, Was nightingale ever fo fweet ? How foolifh was I to believe, She could doat on fo lowly a clown $ Or that her fond heart would not grieve To forfake the fine folk of the town > To think that a beauty fo gay, So kind and fo conftant wou'd prove $ Or go clad like our maidens in gray, Or live in a cottage on love > What tho' I have skill to complain, Tho' the mufes my temples have crown 'd 5 What tho' when they hear my foft ftrain, The virgins fit weeping around. Ah, Colin, thy hopes are in vain, Thy pipe and thy lawrel refign 5 Thy fair one inclines to a fwain, Whofe mufick is fweeter than thine. All you, my companions fo dear, Who forrow to fee me betray M, Whatever I fuffer, forbear, Forbear to accufethe falfe maid. Tho' thro* the wide world I fhould range,, s Tis in vain from my fortune to fly 5 Twas her's to be falfe and to change., *Tis mine to be conftant and die. If A Collection of Songs > Sec. 5 1 If while my hard fate I fuftain, In her breaft any pity is found ; Let her come with the nymphs of the plain., And fee me laid low in the ground. The laft humble boon that I crave, Is to made me with cyprefs and yew 5 And when fhe looks down on my grave, Let her own that her fhepherd was true. Then to her new love let her go, And deck her in golden array 5 Be fineft at evVy fine (how, And froiick it all the long day : While Colin, forgotten and gone, No more (hall be talk'd of, ; or fQea^ Unlefs when beneath the pale moon,, His ghoft fhall glide over the green. Tfo *;% A Collection of Songs, &c. The Anfwer to Colics Complaint. YE winds to whom Colin complains, In ditties fo fad and fo fweet $ Believe me the fhepherd but feigns, He's wretched to fhow he has wit: No charmer like Colin can move, And this is fome pretty new art 5 Ah ! CoiiN'sa jugler hi love, And likes to play tricks with my heart. When he will, he can figh and look pale, Seem doleful, and alter his face 5 Can tremble and alter his tale, . Ah J Colin has every pace : The willow my rover prefers, To the bread where he once begg'd to He, And the ftreams that he fwells with his tears, Are rivals belov'd more than I. His head my fond bofom wou'd bear, And my heart wou'd foon beat him to reft 5 Let the fwainthat is flighted defpair, But C o l 1 n is only in jeft : No death the deceiver deligns, Let the maid that is riuVd defpair 3 for C o l 1 n but dies in his lines, And siveshimfelfthat modifli air. Can A Zolleffion of Songs \ &c. f 5 Can fhepherds bred far from the courts So wittily talk of their flame $ And Colin makes paffion his fport, Beware of fo fatal a game : My voice of no mufick can boat!,. Nor my perfon of ought that is fine, But Colin may find to his coft, A face that is fairer than mine. Ah then I will break my lov'd crook* To thee I'll bequeath all my fheep j And die in the much favour'd brook, Where Co lin does now fit and weep i Then mourn the fad fate that you gave 5 In fonnets fo fmooth and divine $ Perhaps I may rife from my grave, To hear fuch foft mufick as thine* Of the violet, dafey and rofe* The hearts-eafe, the lilly and pink 3. Let thy fingers a garland compofe, And crown'd with the rivulets brink • 1 How oft my dear fwain did I fwear. How much my fond foul did admire^ Thy verfes, thy fhape, and thy air, Tho' deckt in thy rural attire. Your fheep-hook you ruPd with fuch arv That all your fmall fubje&s obey'd j - And ftill youreign'd king of this heart, Whofe paffion you falfly upbraid : I 3 W&m 54 ^ ColleUton of Songs, See. How often my Twain have I (aid, That thy arms were a palace to me 5 And how well I cou'd live in a made, Tho 1 adorn'd with nothing but thee s Oh what are the fparks of the town, Tho' never fo fine and fo gay 5 I freely wou'd leave beds of down, Por thy breaft and a bed of new hay ; Then Colin return once again, Again make me happy in love - 7 J>et me find thee a faithful true fwain, And as conftant a nymph I will prove. YE nymphs who frequent thofe fweet plains^ Where Thame's gentle current doth glide, v Who whilom have heard my glad ftrains, Nor grateful attention deny'd ; [With pity, ye fair, oh reflect, On the cruel reverfe of my fate! See conftancy paid with neglect, And fondnefs rewarded with hate ! How joyous and gay was each hour, How wing'd with foftpleafuresthey fled § E*er fhip-wreck'd on Humberts dull fhore, By love my poor heart was betray 'd ! I Tor A Colle&ion of Songs, &c. $$ For there the deceiver doth dwell, Whofe charms have fo long been my theme 5 In beauty the maid doth excel, But is fickle and wild as the ftream, Ifaverfeto my courtfliip at firft, She had check'd my fond infant defire 5 Her coldnefs had left me lefs curfr, And,, perhaps, had extinguifh'd my fire. But a thoufand falfe arts fhe employ'd, (Ingenious and wanton in ill) The pafllon fhe nurs'd fhe deftroy'd^ And only created to kill. Yet tho' fhe delights in my fmart, Tho' fhe robs me of all I held dear 3 Revenge is below a brave heart, 1 wifh her a lot lefs fevere ; May the fwain fhe fhall crown with fuccefs, By his kindnefs deferve to be priz*d - y 'Twould double, methinks, my diftrefs, At laft to fee her too defp'sid. 7he 56 A Colktfion of Songs ^ Stc. The "Dejpairing Swain. SA D Phllocles figh'd to the wind, The wind it lamented his moan^. Whilft Echo flood pining behind, And gave him back every groan. Ye winds ! have the grace to be mov'd, Complaining the fond Ihepherd faid 5 The hard-hearted nymph is reprov'd, By the gentle returns ye have made* To Echo himfelf he addrefs'd, Compa&ion, fays he, thou haft fhown 2 Which proves that the pains of thy breaft* Are almoft as great as my own. 'Twill yield me fome little relief^ With you, a companion, to ftray 5 The night mall be fpent in my grief, In tales of your forrow the day. The languifhing theme of your woe, The Ihepherd Narciffus fhall be 5 For Phillis I'M mourn where I go, 'Till grown a mere fhadow like thee. Come A Collection of Songs, &c. 57 Come, piteous maid, let's retire, To whifper our plaints in. a cave 5 The pitiful nymph faid retire, Such places are likeft the grave. At laft, on the fide of a hill, A damp dusky cavern they found j There Pbilocles figh'd to his fill, And Echo repeated the found. But yet the fad nymph had an art, Whereby me wou'd flatter his pains* Tho' fpeaking the thoughts of her heart, She feem'd but repeating the fwain's.. He feated himfelf on the ground, His hand it fupported his head 5 Defpairing, he fhew'd ev'ry wound, The changing falfe Phillis had made* If once on his rival he thought, Te gods / in a rage he would cry 5 Oh blafi all the charms he has got, Tor whom I thus languishing diet $ZarciJfus was ftill Echo's thought, Te gods / the fad nymph would reply, Oh blafi all the charms he has got, For whom I thus langmjh'mg die. Thus 58 A Co He £t ion of Songs y &c. Thus Pbilocles dy'd m defpair, While Echo augmented his pain ; When he dy\l, the fad nymph did repair, To another fad defperate Twain. The Dejpairing Lover, DIflra£ted with care,, Tor Phillis the fair, Since nothing cou'd move her, Poor Damon her lover Refolves in defpair No longer to languifh, Nor bear fo much anguifli ; But mad with his love, To a precipice goes, Where a leap from above, Would foon finifh his woes. When in rage he came there, Beholding how fteep, The fides did appear, And the bottom how deep j His torments projecting, And fadly reflecting, That a lover forfaken, A new love may get & But a neck when once broken, Is'n't eafily fet s Aad> A Collection of Songs, &c. S9 And, that he cou'd die, Whenever he wou'd - y But, that he cou'd live, But as long as he cou'd : How grievous foever, The torment might grow, He fcorn'd to endeavour, To finifh it fo. But, bold, unconcerned At thoughts of the pain, He calmly return'd, To his cottage again. ON the banks of the Severn, a defperate maid, (Whomfome fhepherd, negle&ing his vows, had betray *d j) Stood refolving to banim all fenfe of the pain, And purfue, thro' her death, a revenge on the fwain» Since the gods, and my paflion, at once he defies j Since his vanity lives, whilft my character dies ; No more (did fhe fay) will I trifle with fatG> But commit to the waves both my love and my hate* And now to comply with that furious defire, Juft ready to plunge, and alone to expire 3 Some reflections on death, and it's terrors untry'd, Some fcornfor the fhepherd, fome flafliings of pride* At length pull'd her back, and fhe cry'd, why this ftrife, Since thcfwainszte Co many, and I've but one life I I Love 6o A Collection of Songs •, &c I Love, and am lov'd, yet more I defirej Ah, how fooliih a thing is fruition ! As one paffion cools, fome other takes fire., And I'm ftill m a longing condition. Whatever I poffefs, Soon Teems an excefs, Tor fomething untry'd I petition : Tho* daily I prove The pleafures of love 9 I die for the joys of ambition, BEneath a verdant lawrePs ample made, His lyre to mournful numbers ftrung s Horace, immortal bard, fupinely laid, To Venus thus addrefs'd the fo ng : Ten thoufand little loves around, LifiVning, dwelt on ev'ry found. Potent Venus, bid thy fin, Sound no more his dire alarms. Youth onfilent wings is flown : Graver years come rolling on. Spare my age, unfit for arms j Safe and humble let me reft, Irom all amorous cares rekafi, Y*t A Collefiion ofSongs, &c. 61 Tet, Venus, why do I each morn prepare, Thefragant wreath for CloeV hair ? Why, why, do I all day lament and figh, Unlefs the beauteous maid be nigh ? And why all night pursue her in my dreams, Thro* flowry meads, and cryflal flreams ? Thus fung the bard, and thus the goddefs fpoke % Submiffive bow to love's imperious yoke ; Ev'ry fiate, andev'ry age, Shall own my rule, and fear my rage ; CompeWd by me thy mufe /hall prove, That all the world was born for love. Bid thy deflin'd lyre dif cover, Soft defire, and gentle pain : Often praife, and always love her : Thro' her ear her heart obtain. Verfe fhallpleafe, andfighs (hall move her : Cupid does with Phoebus reign. Thought. 6z A QolkEiion of Songs ^ &c. THoughtful nights, and reftlefs waking, O the pains that we endure ! Broken faith, unkind forfaking, Ever doubting, never fure. Hopes deceiving, vain endeavours, What a race has love to run ? Falfe protefting, fleeting favours, Ev'ry, ev'ry way undone. Still complaining, and defending, Each to love, yet ne'er agree j Pears tormenting, paffion rending, O the racks of jealoufy ! From fuch painful ways of living, Ah ! how fweet, cou'dlove be free ^ Still prefenting, ftill receiving, Fierce immortal extafy. WHEN A Collection of Songs^ 8cc. 6$ FAIR Celia fhe is nice and coy, While flie holds the lucky lure 5 Her repartees are piih and fye, And you in vain purfue her. Stay but till her hand be out, And fhe become your debtor j Addrefs her then, and without doubt, You'll fpeed a great deal better. 'Tis the cnK' way, When fhe has loft at play, To purchafe the courted favour $ Porgive the fcore, And offer her more, I'll lay my life you have her, WHEN Silvia runs to woods and groves, And weeps alone, and fighs $ Whatever fhe fays, I fear fhe loves* And thus I wouM advife. If Silvia is belov'd enjoy, Nor let the youth grow cold 5 While young, 'tis fooliih to be coy* You'll think fo when you're old, Q % Your 64 A Collection of Songs, &c Your fighs and tears will never do, Or love him ordefpife 5 He'll foon be weary to purfue, The nymph that always Rics, FAirefl pride of virgin bloom, Pretty, lovely, wanton creature 5 Object of our vows; to whom Nature gives each finifh'd feature : Learn, my fair one, to be wife $ Your allurements want difcretion 1 Guide the glances of your eyes 5 And, by conduct, fhew perfection. Beauty, when its loofe defires Break the fence of reputation, Heedlefsly expos'd, infpires Not ourloye, but our compaffidn. Lovers A Collettion ofSongs^ 8cc. 6$ L Overs, who waft your thoughts and youth*. In padion's fond extreams^ Who dream of women's love and truths And doat upon your dreams. I fhou'd not here your fancy take, From fuch a plead ngftate $ Were you not fure at laftto wake, And find your fault too late; Then, know, betimes, the love which crowas Our cares, is all but wiles, Composed of falfe fantaftick frowns, And foftdiflernblingfmiles. With anger, which fo me times they feign^ They cruel tyrants prove $ And then turn flatterers agahx, With as affected love. As if fome injury were meant To whom they kindly us'd 5 Thofe lovers are the moft content*, Whoftii! have been-reius'd. 5inc-«"nourhofome a ch has nurft" A ■ al fe a n 1 fa ; v n i n 2 fo e • 'Tis juft, and wife, by (biking firft* To 'lcapc the fatal blow. Gl TELL 66 A Colled ton of Songs v <5cc. TELLme not I my time mifpend, *Tis time loft to reprove me j Purfue thou thine, I have my end, So C Moris only Ioyc me. Tell me not others flocks are full, Mine poor, let them defpifeme L Who more abound with milk and wooL So Chlorls only prize me. Tire others eafier ears with thefe Unappertaining ftories $ He never felt the world's difeafe, Who car'd not for its glories. Tor pity, thou that wifer art, Whofe thoughts lye wide of mine 1 Let me alone with my own heart, And I'll ne'er envy thine. Nor blame him who e'er blames my wit, Thatfeeks no higher prize j Than in unenvy'd fhades to fit, And fing of Chlorls' eyes. SILLY A Collection of Songs \ &c 67 SILLY fwain, give o'er thy wooing, Sighing, gazing, kifsing, cooing, All is very foolifh doing. All that follows after kifTes, The very heft, the blifs of blifTes, Is as dull a joy as this is. Prove the nymph, and tafte her treafure 5 Tell me then, when full, of plea fur e, What dull thing thou can'ft difcover, Duller than a happy lover. YOUNG I am, and yet unskilled How to make a lover yield 5 How to keep, or how to gain 5 When to love, and when to feign. Take me, take me, fome of you, While I yet am young and true 3 E'er I can my foul difguife 3 Heaye my breads, and roul my eyes. Stay 68 A Collection of Songs > See. Stay not 'till I learn the way, How to lie, and to betray : He that has me firft is bleft, Por 1 may deceive the reft. Cou'd I find a blooming youths lull of love, and full of truth ^ Brisk, and of a janty mien, I fhou'd long to be fifteen. ft ft ft A A A a ft ft ft ft.*ft ft * ft ft ft & WO U L D we attain the happier! ftate^ That is defign'd us here 5 No joy a rapture muft create, No grief beget defpair. No injury fierce anger raife, No honour tempt to pride 5. No vain defires of empty praife, Muft in the foul abide. No charms of youth, or beauty move> The confiant fettled breaft : Who leaves a paflage free to love, Shall let in all the reft. In fuch a heart foft peace will Viyq^ Where none of thefe abound 5 The greateft blefTing heaven does give* Or can on earth be found. t UPOH A Collection of Songs, &c. 69 UP O N a fhady bank repos'd, Pbilantke, amorous, young, and fair, Sighing to the groves, difclos'd The ftory of her care. The vocal groves give fome relief, While they her notes return 5 The waters murmur o'er her grief, And Echo feems to mourn. A Twain that heard the nymph complain,, In pity of the fair> Thus kindly ft rove to cure her pain^ And eafe her mind of care. *Tis juft that love fliou'd give you reft j Prom love your torments came, Take that warm cordial to your breaft, And meet a kinder flame. How wretched muft the woman prove, Beware, fair nymph, beware, Whofe folly fcorns another's love, And courts her own defpair. & LOYE's 70 A Co lie B ion of Songs ^ 8cc, LOVE's but the frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition join'd 5 A fickly flame, which if not fed expires. And feeding, wades in felf eon-fuming fires» 3 Tis not to wound a wanton boy, Or amYous youth, that gives the joy 5 But 'tis the glory to have pierc'da fwain, For whom inferior beauties figh'd in vain. Then I ajone the conqueft prize, When 1 infult a rival's eyes $ If there's delight in love, 'tis when I fee, That heart which others bleed for, bleed forme* TH U S to a youthful, fickle fwain, Who lov'd, but ne'er was lov'd again. Once Damon fpoke, nor. (poke in vain ft ' Alexis > wou'd you happy prove \ Alexis, wou'd you thrive in love ? Prom face to face no longer rove* Behold the wand'ring nightly fires j Such, alas, are your defires : Each nymph a fettled flame requires, <3? SOME A Collection of Songs > &c. 7 i The Sad Surprize. nOME vex their fouls with jealous pain, C5 While others figh for cold difdain 5 Love's various flaves we daily fee, Yet happy all compared with me. Of all mankind I lov'd the beft, A nymph fo far above the reft, That we out-min'd the bleft above, She in beauty, I in. love : And therefore they, who cou'd not bear To be out-done by mortals here 5 Among themfelves have plac'd her now, And left me wretched here below : All other fate I cou'd have born, . j And ev'n endured her very fcorn ! But, oh ! thus all at once to find Her loft, yet conftantj dead, and kind ! What heart can hold } and if I live, *Tis but to mew how much I grieve. Alexis 7x A ColkBion of Songs, &c. ALexis fliun'd his fellow fwains, Their rural fports, and jocund ftrains 5 (Heav'n guard us all from Cupid's bow!) He loft his crook, he left his flocks, And wand 'ring thro* the lonely rocks, He nourifh'd endlefs woe. The nymphs and fhepherds round him came, His grief fome pity, others blame) The fatal caufe all kindly feek : He mingled his concern with theirs, He gave them back their friendly tears, He figh'd, but would not fpeak. Clorlnda came among the reft, And fhe too kind concern expreft, And ask'd the reafon of his woe j She ask'd, but with an air and mien. That made it eaflly forefeen, She fear'd too much to know. The fhepherd rais'd his mournful head: And will you pardon me, he faid, While I the cruel truth reveal 2 Which nothing from my breaft fhould tear, Which never fhould offend your ear, But that you bid me tell. f Tis A ColleBion ofSongs^ &c. yi 'Tis thus I rove, 'tis thus complain. Since you appear'd upon the plain; You are the caufe of all my care : Your eyes ten thoufand daggers darts Ten thoufand torments vex my heart ; I love, and I defpair. Too much, Alexis, I have heard : 'Tis what I thought 3 'tis what I fear'd s And yet I pardon you, fhe cry'd : But you mail promife ne'er again To breath your vows, or fpeak your pain : He bow'd, obey'd, and dy'd. THEY that never had the ufe Of the grape's furprizing juice, To the firft delicious cup All their reafon render up : Neither do, nor care to know, Whether it be beft or no. So they that are to love inclin'd, Sway'd by chance, not choice or art j To the firft that's fair or kind Make a prefent of their heart : 'Tis not fhe that firft we love, But whom dying we approve. H To 74 d Collection of Songs y &c. To man that was i'th* evening made, Stars gave the firft delight 5 Admiring in the gloomy fhade Thofe little drops of light. Then at Aurora, whofe fair hand Removed them from the skies, He gazing tow'rd the Eaft did ftand, She entertained his eyes. But when the bright fun did appear, All thofe he did defpife 5 His wonder was determined there, And cou'd no higher rife : He neither might, nor wifh'd to know A more refulgent light : For that (as mine your beauties now) Imploy'd his utmoft fight. TH e wakeful nightingale, that takes no reft, While Cupid warms, his little, little bread < % All night howfweetly, how fweetly he complains, And makes us fear that love has pains : No, no, no, no, 'tis no fuch thing, For love that makes him wakeful, makes him fing. y e A Collection of Songs > &c. 7 $ YE fwains that are courting a maid, Be warn'd and inftru&ed by me : Tho' fmall experience I've had, I'll give you good counfel, and free. The women are changeable things, And feldoma moment the fame : As time a variety brings, Their looks new humours proclaim. But who in his love wou'd fucceed, And his miftrefs's favour obtain 5 Muft mind it, as fure as his creed, To make hay while the fun is ferene. There's a feafon to conquer the fair, And that's when they're merry and gay To catch the occafion take cai e 5 When 'tis gone, in vain you'll effay. H z WHERE j 6 A QolleBion of Songs ^ &c. WHERE would coy Amlnta run, From, a defpairing lover's flory \ When her eyes have conquefts won, Why fhould her ear refufe the glory * Shall a flave whom racks conftrain, Be forbidden to complain. Let her fcorti me, let her fly me, Let her looks her life deny me $ Ne'er can my heart change for relief, Or my tongue ceafe to tell my grief | Much to love, and much to pray* Is to heaven the only way. IN vain you fable weeds put on, Clouds cannot long eclipfe the fun 5 Nature has plac'dyouin afphere, To give us day-light all the year 2 •Tis well for thofe, Of Cupid's foes, That your beauties thus fhrowded lie, For when that night, Puts on the light, What crowds of martyr'd flaves will die, w SAY A Golleffion of Songs, &c. 77 SA Y, mighty love, and teach my fon<^ To whom thy fweeteft joys belongs And who the happy pairs Whofe yielding hearts, and joining hands*. Find blefUngs twifted with their bands, To foften all their cares* Not the wild herd of nymphs and fwains* That thoughtlefs fly into the chains, As cuftom leads the way i If their be blifs without defign, Ivies and oaks may grow and twine,. And be as blefl as they. Not fordid fouls of earthly mould,. Who drawn by kindred charms of goldi, To dull embraces move s. So two rich mountains of Peru May rufh to wealthy marriage too, And make a world of love. Not the mad tribe that hell infpires With wanton flames, thofe raging fires* The purer blifs deftroy : On JEtna's top let furies wed, And meets of lightning drefs the bed* T'improve the burning joy, H 3 No* 78 A Collection of Songs, &c. Nor the dull pairs whofe marble forms, None of the melting paffions warms, Can mingle hearts and hands : Xogs. of green wood that quench the coals, Are marry 'd juft like Stoic fouls, With oflers for their bands. Not minds of melancholy ftrain, Still filent, or that ftill complain, Can the dear bondage blefs : As well may heavenly conforts fpring Jrom two old lutes with ne'er a firing, Or none befides the bafs. Nor can the foft enchantments hold, Two jarring fouls of angry mould, The rugged and the keen : ^Sampfori's young foxes might as well In bonds of chearful wedlock dwell, With fire-brands ty'd between. Nor let the cruel fetters bind A gentle to a favage mind, For love abhors the fight : Loofe the fierce tyger from the deer, 3?or native rage, and native fear, Rife and forbid delight. Two A Collection of Songs, 8cc. 79 Two kindeft fouls alone muft meet $ *Tis friend (hip makes the bondage fweet, And feeds their mutual loves : Bright Venus on her rolling throne, Is drawn by gentleft birds alone, And Cupids yoke the doves. OBferve, ye Beaus, Belinda walking, Notice well her graceful air j And if ye can but hear her talking, Own, with me, (he's wife as fair. Her outward charms are fuch a treafure, All that fee them wifh t'enjoy $ But yet her mind can yield a pleafure, Time and tafting can't deftroy. All our youth, allowM to know her, Conquered by her fhape and mien; With emulation humbly woe her, Proud and happy in their pain. Ev'n thofe, who, more than outward features. Prize the beauties of the mind 5 By her o'ercome, exchange their natures, Love triumphs, and age grows kind. C ELI A 8o A Collection of Songs, &c. Ce l i a has a thoufand charms, *Tis heaven to lie within her arms 5 While I ftand gazing on her face,, Some new and fome refiftlefs grace, Pills with frefh magick all the place. But while the nymph I thus adore, I fhou'd my wretched fate deplore 5 Tor oh Mirtillo have a care, Her fweetnefs is above compare, But then fhe's falfe, (he's falfe, as well as fair. ogiS ii $$9 ^B Bal d a, thou art of womankind The uglieft, oddeft creature ! With wifdom you have folly join'd, Perverfenefs with good-nature. Or filent, or in mirth too loud, Still various you appear $ Humble to day, to morrow proud, Now gentle, now fevere. Ralhly you love, and rafhly hate, And make, at fight, each perfon (Such miracles can pride create) Your favourite and averfiom Now A ColleElion of Songs, &c. 8 1 Now, Balda, fi nee your merit's clear, What needs there more be faid j Withdraw betimes and fay your prayer, And then go ftraight to bed. GO, lovely rofe, Tell her that waftes her time and me, That now fhe knows, When I refemble her to thee, How Tweet and fair fhe feems to be. Tell her that's young, And fliuns to have her graces fpy'd,. That hadft thou fprung In defarts where no men abide, Thou muft have uncommended dy'd. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retiVd 5 Bid her come forth, Suffer herfelf to be defir'd, And not blufh fo to be admir'd* Then die, that fhe The common fate of all things rare May read in thee : How fmall a part of time they fhare, That are fo wond'rous fweet and fair. ^ Never Sz A Collection of Songs, Sec. NEver more I will proteft, To love a woman, but in jell j Por as they cannot be true, So to give each man his due, When the wooing fit is pafi, Their affe&ion cannot laft. Therefore if I chance to meet With a miftrefs fair and fweet, She my fervice fhall obtain, Loving her for love again : Thus much liberty I crave, Not to be a conftant flave. For when we have try'd ea<:h other. If fhe better like another, Let her quickly change for me, Then to change am I as free. He or fhe that loves too long, Sells their freedom for a fong^. MUST A Collection of Songs, &c. 8 3 MUST poor lovers ftill be wooing, Beauties muft they never gain \ Muft they always be purfuing, Never, never, to obtain \ Can you glory in our dying \ .Bleeding wounds ihou'd pity move - 9 Can you glory in denying * Yield at laft> and crown our love. Then all the little gods oflove that are near us, And all the fweet birds of the grove that can hear us, In the air and on boughs (hail attend us around, All the Cupids with rofes fhall cover the ground, Whilft our amorous birds chanting the eccho's refound. Then with myrtle wreaths furrounded, Underneath cool fhades we Uq j Both eye-wounding, both eye-wounded, There both killing, we'll both die. Thy bright eyes fhall gently fire me, Mirth, and wit, and gallantry 5 And thy charming looks infpire me, With new themes of poetry. Then all the little gods, erc. Ilook'd, 84 AColleBion of Songs, &c. I Look'd, and I figh'd, and I wifli'd I cou'd fpeak, For I veiylfeki wou'd have been at her 5 But when I ftrove mod: my paffion to break, Still then I faid leaft of the matter. I fwore to myfelf, and refolvM 1 wou'd try Some way my poor heart to recover 5 But that was all vain, for I fooner cou'd die Than live with forbearing to love her. Dear Celia be kind then ; and fince your own eyes By looks can command adoration 5 Give mine leave to talk too, and do not defptfe Thofe oglings that tell you my paffion. (fpeak, We'll look, and we'll love, and tho* neither fhou'd The pleafure we'll ftill be purfuing 5 And fo without words, I don't doubt we may make A very good end of this wooing. LEAVE A Colle&ion of Songs, &c, 85- M^i Leave, Clorinda, leave the town, With their fcandal, and lampoon ; To the hills, and to the woods, Did refort ttre^iymphs and gods : from the duft, tne fmoak, the noife $ Where no roaring damme-boys Might difturb their facredjoys. Who wou'd all that wealth expofe * Who, that half the value knows > To be ftar'd upon by fops j To be every coxcomb's hopes: Leave them to their vanities, To their nonfenfe, to their lyes ; And learn in time your felf to prize. Tho' they drefs, and tho' they comb, And are fure to flatter home \ Dull and naufeous are their praifes, JForc'd, ungainly, their grimaces, Whatfoever ftrains they pafs, Howfoe'er fet off your face, 'Tis far better in your glafs. &¥. 86 A Colletfion of Songs, &c. Who fo ftrange, that has not heard Of Thebes town by mufick rear*d > Harmony all you have in ftore, You have charms a thoufand more $ Let your power be nobly mown j Raife a people of your own, And turn the forreft to a town. MY lodging it is on the cold ground, And very hard is my fare 5 But that which troubles me molt, ik The unkindnefs of my dear 2 Yet frill I cry, oh turn love, And I pr'ythee love turn to me 5 Por thou art the man that I long for 5 And alack what remedy. I'll crown thee with a garland offtraw then, And 111 marry thee with a rufh-ring $ My frozen hopes fhall thaw then, And merrily we will fing : O turn to me, my dear love, And I pr'ythee love turn to me, lor thou art the man that alone canfl: Procure my liberty. But A Co lie Et ion of Songs > 8t&. 87 But if thou wilt harden thy heart flail, And be deaf to my pitiful moan $ Then I muft endure the fmart ftill, And tumble in ftraw all alone : Yet ft ill I cry, oh turn love, And I pr'ythee love turn to me. For thou art the man, that alone art The caufe of my mifery. She. >-»-< ell me pr'ythee, faithlefs Twain, JL Why you did fuch paffion feign, On purppfe to deceive me $ I no fooner lov'd again, But you again do leave me. He. Phillis we muft blame our fate, Kindnefs bears a certain date, And o'er thofe joys we tailed, You in peevifhnefs and ftate, The time have almoft wafted. She. 'Twas love did your's deftroy ; Strephon* had I ftill been coy, I know you ftill wou'd prize me j Think or dream you do enjoy, And then you'll not defpife me. He; 88 A Co lie B ion of Songs, &c He. Love, like other native fires, Leaves what's burnt, and ftraight defires Prefh obje&s to be chufing -> Repetition always tires, And all's the worfe for ufing. She. Once again thy love purfue, And my fcorns I will renew : But paflion doth fo fway me, That fhou'd I my fighs fubdue, My tears wou'd foon betray me. Me. Sigh no more, nor weep in vain, Nymph, your beauty foon will gain A more deferving lover 5 Slaves that once have broke their chain. You hardly can recover. The Advice. Sh e that wou'd gain a conftant lover, Muft at a diftance keep the flave 5 Not by a look the heart difcover, Men fhou'd but guefs the thoughts we have. Whilft they're in doubt, their flame encreafes, And all attendance they will pay 5 When we're pofTefs'd, their tranfport ccafes, And vows, like vapours, fleet away. -■ » NO A Collection of Songs, &c. 89 N' ■ O more, feverely kind, affect To put that lovely anger on % Sweet tyrant! if thou can'ft fufpeft Thy lover's eyes, yettruft thy own. Aw'd by ftern honour, watchful fpies, Dull, formal rules I'm forc'd t'obey^ Like dungeon (laves, my hafty eyes Juft fnatch a glimpfe of chearful day* Abfent, the defart walks I view, Here went Eliza, there fhe came 5 With tears my lonely couch bedew, And dreaming, figh £//&# 's name^ « Where is his foul, the women cry, No ! down in (hades below well rove, A glorious miferable pair 5 Gaz'd at through all the myrtle grove, Por burning love, and chafte defpair. Say, if thou lov*ft, did ever youth, That wifh'd like me, like me endure J Do'ft thou not blame this fwainifh truth. And wifli my flame was not fo pure > In pity hate me, tempting fair, An happy exile let me fly. (What fev'rifh wretch his thirft can bear, That fees the cooling dream fo nigh ! Oh ! I fhall all my vows unfay, If once I gaze my blood will glow • This virtuous froft will melt away, And love's wild torrent over-flow. *j£t Phiuisj A Qollettion of Songs > &c. jt PH I L L I Sj why fhou'd we delay Pleafures fhorter than the day > Cou'd we (which we never can) Stretch our lives beyond their fpan $ Beauty like a fhadow flies, And our youth before us dies. Or wou'd youth and beauty flay, Love hath wings, and will away. Love hath fwifter wings than time 5 Change in love to heav'n does climb 5 Gods that never change their ftate. Vary oft their love and hate, PhilUs, to this truth we owe All the love betwixt us two. Let not you and I inquire What has been our paft defire : On what fhepherds you have fmiTd^ Or what nymphs I have beguil'd j Leave it to the planets too, What we (hall hereafter do 5 Por the joys we now may prove, Take advice of prefent love. Up u aus 9z A Collection ofSongs^ &c. Upbraid me not, capricious fair, With drinking to excefs ; I ihou'd not want to drown defpair, Were your indifference lefs. Love me, my dear, and you fhall find, When this excufe is gone 5 That all my blifs when Cloe's kind, Is fixt in her alone. The god of wine, The victory to beauty yields with joy $ For Bacchus only drinks like me, Batchus only drinks like me, when Ariadne's coy. CL o £ be kind, no more perplex me, Slight not my love at fuch a rare 5 Shou'd I your fcorn return, 'twou'd vex you, Love much abus'd will turn to hate. How can fo lovely charming a creature, Put on the look of cold difdain. Women were firft defign'd by nature, To give a pleafure, not a pain $ Kind- A Co lie £i ion of Songs ^ &c. 93 Kindnefs creates a flame that's lading, When other charms are fled away \ Think on the time we now are wafting, Throw off thofe frowns and love obey. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Wou'd you chufe a wife, for a happy life, Leave the court, and the country take $ Where Dolly and Sue, young Molly and Prue, Pollow Roger and John, whilft harvefl goes on, And merrily, merrily rake. Leave the London dames, be it fpoke to their fharnes, To ligg in their beds till noon 5 Then get up and ftretch, then paint too and patch, Some widgeon to catch, then look on their watch, And wonder they rofe up fo foon* Then coffee and tea, both green and tohea, Is ferv'd to their tables in plate $ Where their tattles do run, as fwift as the fun, Of what they have won, and who is undone, By their gaming and fitting up late. The lafs give me here, tho* brown as my beer, That knows how to govern her houfej That can milk her cow, or farrow her fow, Make butter or cheefe, or gather green peafe, And values fine cloaths not a loufe. Thii, 94 A QolleBion of Songs ^ &c. This, this is the girl, worth rubies and pearl $ This the wife that will make a man rich ; We gentlemen need, no quality breed, To fquander away, what taxes wou'd pay, In troth we care for nonefuch. YE ftars that ruTdmy birth, The man I love reftore I Pity my grief $ This one relief But grant, I ask no more. Reftore the jewel of my heart 5 All other lofles I can bear I Tho' he flies me, And denies me, He alone is worth my care, V IP A Collection of Songs y &c. 9 $ If wine and mufick have the pow'r To eafe the flcknefs of the foul $] Let Phoebus ev'ry ft ring explore, And Bacchus fill the fprightly bowl. Let them their friendly aid imploy, To make my Clocks abfence light 5 And feek for pleafure, to deftroy The forrows of this live-long night. But (he to-morrow will return : Venus, be thou to-morrow great 5 Thy myrtles ftrow, thy odours burn, And meet thy fav'rite nymph in ftate. Kind goddefs, to no other pow'rs Let us to-morrow's bleffings own s Thy darling loves mail guide the hours, And all the day be thine alone. Written 96 A ColleEHon of Songs^ &c. Written In the Tear 17x0. Ombre and Basset laid afide, New games employ the fair s And Brokers all thofe hours divide., Which Lovers us'd to fhare. The court, the park, the foreign fong, And Harlequin's grimace, Forlong, amidft the city throng, Behold each blooming face. With Jews and -Gentiles, undifmay'd, Young, tender virgins mix 5 Ofwhiskers, nor of beards afraid, Nor all their coufening tricks. Bright jewels, polifh'd once to deck The fair one's rifing breaft, Or fparkle round her ivory neck, lAt pawn'd in iron cheft. The genuine pafHons of the mind How avarice controuls ! E'en love does now no longer find A place in female fouls. Persuade AGollettion o/Songs r 5cc. 97 Ap o i L o I will not implore, Por he in fables deals j And eke that man I do abhor, Who wrote the Perjian Tales. Whoe'er in February laft, Of Tlying-Poft the news faw, Did read with terror much aghaft, The monfler of Ragufa. How Proteus left his wafry couch The pagan poets tell 3 He had more fhapes than Scaramouch^ And in the deep did dwell. Their Proteus and his flock fo fair, Their Neptune and their Triton, If with this giant you compare Are monfters you may fh — on* His ftature it was wond'rous high, High as the tow'r of Babel j So that his head propt up the sky, Is moft high-ly probable. On a whale's back he fat full ftft 5 A dolphin was his dog 5 With cable-rope, ty'd to a mail, His whale he oft did flog, K Befleatli ^8 A Collection of Songs, &c. Beneath his arms did mufcles cling, And congers fuck'd each pap : Behind his buttocks hung two ling, That always went flip-flap. O/fters about him ftuck like warts, Eels twifted round his tail, Crabs clamber'd up his privy parts, Which he crackM on his nail. His very fneezing (hook the more 5 He cough'd the ground afunder ; His voice was like the cannon's roar j And he broke wind like thunder. None did him fee that flood him near, Or knew the words he faid j For few cou'd fee, and few cou'dhear, Since all the folks were dead. O monfter ! monfter ! who cou'd know The words that from thee came ! Rome, and Jerusalem alfo* Both heard and told the fame. Much he of Antichrifl held forth, And much of the Pretender 5 Much of a monarch in the north, That once did lodge at Bender. He A ColleElion of Songs > Sec. 99 He talked of the king of France, Of Englljh whig and tory 5 And how their jars do much advance Great Britain's pow'r and glory ! : The pope's the whore of Ba&ylon, The turk he is a jew., The chriftian is an infidel. That fltteth in a pew. And yet the pope fhall chriftian turn, In hopes of his falvation $ -As— /likewife and Toland burn At ftake for revelation. 'Gainft paint and playhoufes he fpoke^ Hoop-petticoats and tea, And vintners vile that poifon folk, And muff and fodoniy. This faid, he back to feadid flip, (But firft eat fifty muttons) And of his tail cockt up the tip, Long as the worm at B-ri's. O B — n ! do not advertife, Nor thy huge worm fo brag on. This giant voided of vaft fize, A mighty, flying dragon, % z %$ I oo A Co lie 6i ion of Songs, 8ct And tho' his belly made great roar, And raised the tempeft louder s *Tis faid he never knew John Moore? jNor fwallow'd his worm-powder. •h y was not wit with beauty jain'd t I hate a face without a mind. If e'er I to that fex fubmit, 'Twill be to Cloe r s powerful wit z Per Gelta, tho* divinely fair, Art may improve, or age impair. When wit alone my paflion moves, The only thing which time improves. The god with wit muft tip his dart, And pierce my car to wound my heart On A Collection ofSongs i 8cc, io* On fight of a Lad y'j face in the water. Stand ftill, ye floods, do not deface That image which you bear r So votaries from ev'ry place, To you mail altars rear. No winds, but lovers fighs blow here^ To trouble thefe glad ftreams 5 On which no ftar from any fphere; Bid ever dart fuch beams. To cryftal then in hade congeal, Left you fhou'd lofe your blifs $ And to my cruel fair reveal, How cold, how hard fhe is. But if the enviousnymphs fhall fear 1 Their beauties will be fcorn'd ^ And hire the ruder mnds to tear That face which you- adorn 'd s Then rage and foam amain, that we Their malice may defpife 5 And from your froths we foon fhall fee A fecond Venus rife. W£ftT to% AColkBionof$ong$)%iQ. Wert thou yet/airer than thou art, Which lies not in the pow'r of art | Or hadft thou in thine eyes mare darts Than ever Cupid fliot at hearts $ Yet if they were not thrown at me, J wou'd not caft a thought on thee. I'd rather marry a difeafe, Than court the thing I cannot pleafe ': She that will cherilh my defires, Mud meet my flames with equal fires i What pleafure is there in a kifs To him that doubts the heart's not his I I love thee not becaufe thou'rt fair, Softer than down, fmoother than air 5 ]Nor for the Cupids that do lie In either corner of thine eye : Would'ft thou then know what it might be > Tis I love you, 'caufe you love me, Man A Collection of Songs, 8cc. 103 Man. Qince 'tis to fin fo very fweet, O So needful to forbear 5 Or elfe our nature is too weak, Or duty too fevere. Thus baited by two cruel foes, In conftant love we live : As nature does the law oppofe, The law does nature grieve. Worn* Thou tyrant, honour* hence begone, I will no more be cheated $ If 'tis to love, to be undone, I'll try my fate and meet it. Man* To truft him longer, you're to blame, He'll certainly deceive you, For love's a very harmlefs flame : Worn* I wifh I cou'd believe you. Hencb 104 <$ Colk&hn ofSongs, Sec. He n c e, hence, thou vain fantaftick fear Of ill to come, we know not where - 7 Stand not with thy infernal face To fright my love from my embrace ? To what a height mould we love on, Wert thou and all thy fhadows gone ! Sigh, flgh no more, nor cry, forbear,, *Tis fin, I neither muft nor dare 5 If fin can m thefe pleafures dwells If this can be the gate of hell, No flefh can hold from entering in % Heav'n muft forgive fo fweet a fin. Down, down me does begin to fait And now the fhadows vanrQi all 3 And now the gate is ope to blifs, And now I'm entered paradife 3 Whilft envying angels flock to view,- And wonder what it is we do. In AQolleBion ofSongs> Sec. iojr In Phillis all vile jilts are met, Foolifh, uncertain, falfe, coquette. Love is her conftant welcome gueft, And ftill the neweft pleafes beft. Quickly fhe likes, then leaves as foon 5 Her life on woman's a lampoon. Yet for the plague of human race, This devil has an angel's face ; Such youth, fuch fweetnefs in her look,, Who can be man, and not be took > What former love, what wit, what art, 1 Can fave a poor inclining heart > In vain, a thoufand times an hour,, Reafon rebels againft her pow'r y In vain I rail, I curfe her charms j One look my feeble rage difarms 5 There is enchantment in her eyes $ ^Tho fees 'em can nojnaore be wife* Lov 1 06 A Collection of Songs, &c. Lo v E in phantaftick triumph fat, Whiift bleeding hearts around him flowM, For whom frefh pains he did create, And ftrange tyrannick pow'r he fhew'd % From thy bright eyes he took his fires, Which round about in fport he hurl'd 5 But 'twas from mine he took deflres, Enough t'undo the amorous world. From me, he took his fighs and tears 5 From thee, his pride and cruelty 5 From me, his Ianguifhments and fears j And ev'ry killing dart from thee s Thus thou, and I, the god have arm'd, And fet him up a deity 5 But my poor heart alone is harm'd, Whilft thine the victor is, and free. Tell us, Cupid, in what fchools, By what matters, by what rules, We mufl be taught to love : How doft thou inform the weak, Teach the ignorant to (peak So much like you above, The A Colletiion of Songs, &c. T07 The learn'd whom Athens breed, And Phoebus oft infpire. May folcmn le&ures read On love,, yet want its fire. Tis .thou alone do'ft warmth impart, Our thoughts and words improve $ And only thofe who learn thy art Of thee, fhould fing of love. Infpir'd by thee, the rudeft mind In fofteft notes complains 5 Wit then in favages we find, And eloquence in fwains. Lovers by broken words and fighs Their meaning ca& exprefs, And by their carriage or their eyes We may their wifhesguefs. Others then may read the wife, I'll read only Celiacs, eyes 5 Gazing there with much delight, 1*11 take up my pen and write : And being thus infpir'd, will try Who's more eloquent than l fi ■ IM * The i o8 A Collection of Songs ; &c» The Relapfe. OH turn away thofe cruel eyes. The ftars of my undoing $, Or death, in fuch a bright difguife, May tempt a fecond wooing. Punifh their blindly impious pride, Who dare contemn thy glory 5 It was my fall that deify'd Thy name, and f eal'd thy ftory; Yet no new fufPrings can prepare A higher praife to crown thee 5 Though my firft death proclaim thee fair. My fecond will dethrone thee. Lovers will doubt thou can'ft entice No other for thy fuel, And, if thou burn one victim twice, Both think thee poor and cruel. Must KG A Colktiion of Songs^ 8cc. 109 Musing on cares of human fate, In a fad cyprefs grove 5 A ftrange difpute I heard of late, 'Twixt Vertue, Fame, and Love : A penfive fhepherd ask'd advice, And their opinions crav'd, How he might hope to be fo wife, To get a place beyond the skies, And how he might be fav'd. Nice Vertue preach'd religion's laws. Paths to eternal reft $ To fight Lis king's and country's caufe, Fame counfell'd him was beft. But Love oppos'd their noify tongues And thus their votes out-brav'd 5 <3et, get a miftrefs, fair and young. Love fiercely, conftantly and long, And then thou fhalt be fav'd. Swift as a thought the am'rous fwaia To Silvia's cottage Hies, In foft expreflions told her plain. The way>to heav'nly joys. She who with piety was ftor'd, Delays no longer crav'd 5 Charm'd by the god whom they ador'd, She fmil'd and took him at his word $ And thus they both were fav'd. L Vpon 'no A Collection of Songs, 8cc. Ujpon a Lady's /hooting at a Deer. Th e bow me ftrung, and to the head The little arrow drew 5 But yet howe'er thofe arrows fled,, No blood-ftied did enfue. Were my Aurelia's angry hand Unerring as her eyes, How wou'd the fatal fhaft command What now fecurely flies > Cou'd but the nymph o'er man and beafi; With equal force prefide, She'd lay the whole creation wafte In wantonnefs and pride. But nature, providently wife, Stopt fhort as fhe began $ And bid her, having arm'd her eyes, Content herfelf with man. G%¥& Come A Collection of Songs, Sec. i i i Come pious mourner, pray no more^ But let the gods alone ; You favours endlefsly implore, But will be granting none. Can you expect from any king To gain whate'er you crave, Who dare when you your ofPrings bring Torment and wound his flave ? You ask of heav'n eternal crowns, As your devotion's due 5 And yet can wound me with your frowns 9 For asking fmiles of you. Afunder let's no longer ftray, But both devotions join 5 Let us when dead be fav'd your way, But whilft we live in mine. If e'er I to a foul am pin'd, I gain the thing I fought 5 I'll be content to be all mind To ad it o'er in thought. Admit me to the place of blifs, To love's divine abodes, And we will laugh at paradife, And not be faints, but gods* ^ z Pehsuadb it i z A Collection of Songs , Sec. Persuade me not, there is a grace Proceeds from Silvia's voice or lute, Againft Miranda's charming face To make her hold the lead difpute. Mufick, which tunes the foul for love, And flirs up all our foft de fires, Does but the glowing Hame improve, Which pow'rful beauty firft infpires. Thus, whilft with art fhe plays, and Cmg% I to Miranda, ftanding by, Impute the mufick of the firings, And all the melting words apply. From place to place, forlorn I go, With down-caft eyes a filent made j Porbidden to declare my woe, To fpeak, 'till fpoken too, afraid. Me, to the youth who caus'd my griefi My too confenting looks betray j Ke loves, but gives me no relief, Why fpeaks not he who may > Duke AQollettion ofSongs^ &c. i r 3 Duke upon Duke. Written in the Tear 1719* TO lordings proud I tune my fpng, Who feaft in bower or hall 5 Tho' dukes they be, yet dukes fhall fee That pride will have a fall. Now that this fame it is right footh, Full plainly doth appear, Prom what befell John duke of Guife, And Nic of Lancaftere* When Richard Cceur de Lyon reign'd, (Which means a lion's heart) Like him his barons rag'd and roar'd, Each play'd a lion's part. A word and blow was then enoughs Such honour dfdthem prick, If you butturn'd your cheek, a cuff* And if your a-— e, a kick t Look U4 A Cotte&ion of Songs, 6cc. Look in their face, they tweak'd your nofe* At every turn fell to't $ Come near, they trode upon your toes j They fought from head to foot. Of thefe the duke of Lancafiere Stood paramount in pride • He kicked and cufPd, and tweak'd and trode His foes and friends beflde, 3Firm on his front his beaver fate* So broad It hid his chin $ lor why, he thought no man his mate,. And fear'd to tan his skin. With Spanifh wool he dy'd his cheek, With effence oil'd his hair 5 Ho vixen civit-cat more fiveer* Nor more could fcratch and tear. Slight tall, hemade himfelf to mow, Tho' made full fhort by G-~ d 5 And when all other dukes did bow,, This duke did only nod. Tet courteous, blith and debonaire* To Guife's duke was he $ Kever was fuch a loving pair,. Why did they difagree ? eh* A CoUeBton of Songs > &c- 1 1 $ Oh i thus it was, he lov'd him dear, And caft how to requite him 5 And having no friend left but this, He deem'd it meet to fight him. Forthwith he drenclvd his defperate quill, And thus he did indite 5 This eye at whisk our felf will play, Sir duke, be hereto night. Ah no! ah no ! the guilelefs Guife* Demurely did reply 5 I cannot go, nor yet can ftand, So fore the gout have I. The duke in wrath call'd for his fleeds, And fiercely drove them on 5 Lord ! lord ! how rattled then thy ftones* O kingly Kenfington ! Ail m a trice on Guife he rufh'd, Thruft out his lady dear 5 He tweak'd his nofe, trod on his toe$, And fmote him on the ear. But mark ! how midftof vi&ory, Pate fhews an old dog-trick 5 tip leap'd duke John, and knock'd him down, And fo down fell duke $S& Alai% 1 16 A Collection of Songs, 6cc. Alas, oh Nicf oh Nk, alas! Right did thy goffip call thee, As who fhould fay, alas the day When John of Gmfi fhall maul thee. Por on thee did he clap his chair, And on that chair did fit 5 . And look'd as if he meant therein To do what was not fit. Up didft thou look, oh woful duke, Thy mouth yet durft not ope, Certes, for fear of finding there A t- — d inftead of trope. €< Lie there thou caitiff «vile, quoth Guife, 117 *' In fenates fam'd for many a fpeech, te And what fome awe muft give ye jj cr Tho' laid thus low beneath thy breech, €e Still of the council privy. r# Still of the dutchy chancellor, ] " Durante life I have it, fr And turn (as now thoudoft on me) " Mine a — e on thofe that gave it, But now the fervants they rufh'd in, And duke Nic up leap'd he, I will not cope againftfuch odds, ' But Guife, I'll fight with thee. To-morrow with thee will I fight, Under the greenwood tree 5 No, not to-morrow, but to night, Quoth Guife, I'll fight with thee* And now the fun declining low Beftreak'd with blood the skies, When with his fword at faddje bow Rode forth the valiant Guife. Full gently praunc'd he on the lawn, Oft rowl'd his eye around, And from hisftirrup ftretch'd to find Who was not to be found. Long 1 1 8 A Co lie ft ion of Songs, &c Long brandifh'd he his blade in air, Long look'd the field all o'er, At length he fpied the merry men brow% And eke the coach and four% From out the boot bold Nicholas Did wave his hand fo white, As pointing out the gloomy glade Whereat he meant to fight. All in that dreadful hour fo calm Was Lancafter to fee, As if he meant to take the air* Or only take a fee. And fo he did, for to New court His trowling wheels they run $ Not that he fhunn'd the doubtful ftrife^ But bufi nefs muft be done. Back fn the dark, by Brompton park,, He turn'd up thro' the gore, So flunk to Campden houfe fo high 5 All in his coach and four. Mean while duke Guife did fret and fume,? A fight it was to fee, Benumm'd beneath the evening dew, Under the greenwood tree. Then A Collection of Songs \ &c. i rjr Then wet and weary home he far'd, Sore mutt'ring all the way, The day I meet Nic he (hall rue The cudgel of that day. Mean time on every pifling poft Pafte we this recreant's name, So that each pifler-by fhall read, And pifs againft the fame. Now god preferve our gracious king, And grant his nobles all May learn this leflbn from duke Nic, That pride will have a fall. TH o' cruel you feem to my pain, And hate me becaufe I am true 5 Yet Phillis you love a falfe fwain, Who has other nymphs in his view. Enjoyment's a trifle to him, To me what a heav'n 'twou'd be % To him but a woman you feem $ But, ah, you're an angel to me. Thofe tzo AColleUion of Songs^Bcc, Thofe lips which he touches In hafte, To them I for ever cou'd grow 5 Still clinging around that dear wafte, Which he fpans as befides you he'll igq* That hand like a lilly fo white, Which over his moulders you lay 3 My bofom cou'd warni.it all night, My lips they cou'd prefs it all day. Were I like a monarch to reign, Were gracesmy fob je&s to be$ I'd leave them, and fly to the plain, To dwell in a cottage with thee. But if I mud feel your difdain, If tears cannot cruelty drown 5 Oh let me not live in this pain, But give me my death in a frown. IN vain you tell your parting lover, You wifhfair winds may waft him over. Alas! what winds ran happy prove, That bear me far from what I love > Alas ! what dangers on the main Can equal thofe which I fuftain, From flighted vows and cold difdain } Be A Cotletfion ofSongSj 6cc izt Be gentle, and in pity choofe To wifti the wildeft tempeftsloofe: That thrown again upon the coaft, Where firft my Ihipwrackt heart was loft, I may once more repeat my pain 5 Once more in dying notes complain Of flighted vows, and cold difdain. Sweet are the charms of her I love, «$«*» More fragrant than the damask rofe, Soft as the down of turtledove, Gentle as wind when zephyre blows $ Refrefhing as defcending rains To fun-burnt climes and thirfty plains. True as the needle to the pole, Or as the dial to the fun 5 Conftant as gliding waters rowl, Whofe fwelling tides obey the moon : From every other charmer free, My life and love mall follow thee. The lamb the flow'ry thyme devours, The dam the tender kid purfue$$ Sweet Philomel in fliady bow'rs Of verdant fpring her note renews 5 AU follow what they moft admire, As I purfue my foul's defire. M Nature 1 zz A Colkfiion of Songs ) &c. Nature muft change her beauteous face, And vary as the feafons rife , As winter to the fpring gives place, Summer th' approach of autumn flies z No change on love the feafons bring, Love only knows perpetual fpring. Devouring time, with ftealing pace, Makes lofty oaks and cedars bow ; And marble bow'rs and walls of brafs. In his rude march, he levels low : But time, deftroying far and wide, Love from the foul can ne'er divide. Death only, with his cruel dart, The gentle godhead can remove ; And drive him from the bleeding heart, To mingle with the bleft above : Where known to all his kindred train, He finds a Lifting reft from pain. Love and her fifter fair, the foul, Twin-born fromheav'n together came *. Love will the univerfe controul, When dying fea r ons lofe their name : Divine abodes fhall own his pow'r, When time and death mall be no more. IP All A ColleEllon of Songs ^ &c. 113 AL I in the downs the fleet was moor'd, The dreamers waving in the wind, When black-ey'd Sufan came on board, Qli ! where mail I my true love find Tell me, ye jovial Tailors, tell me true, If my fweet William fails among the crew. William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well known voice he heard, He figh'd, and cafl his eyes below : The cord Hides fwiftly thro' his glowing hands, And, quick as lightning, on the deck he (lands. So the fweet lark high-poisVi in air, Shuts clofe his pinions to his breaft> (If chance his mate's flirill call he hear) And drops at once into her neft : The nobleft captain in the Britifh fleet, Might envy William's lips thofe kiffes fweet* O Sufan, Sufan, lovely dear, My vows mail ever true remain \. Let me kifs off that falling tear, We only part to meet again % Change as ye lift, ye winds, my heart mail be The faithful compafs that ftill points to thee, M z Believe. H4 ^ Co Ik B ion of Songs, Sec. Believe not what the landmen fay, Who tempt with doubts thy conftant mind $ They'll tell thee, failors, when away, In every port a miftrefs find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee (o p JFor thou art prefent wherefoe'er I go. If to fair India's coafl we fail, Thy eyes are f^eri in di'monds bright $ Thy breath is Africh's fpicy gale, Thy skin is ivory fo white : Thus every beauteous objed that I view. Wakes in my foul fome charms of lovely Sue* Tho* battel calls me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Sufan moum 3 Tho' cannons roar, yet fafe from harms, William fhall to his dear return : Love turns aflde the balls that round me fly, Left precious tears mould drop from Sufan* $ eye* The boatfwain gave the dreadful word, The fails their fwelling bofom fpread $ No longer mufl fhe flay aboard t They kifs'd, fhe figh* d,, he hung his head. Her lefs'ning boat unwilling rows to land 1 Adieu, fhe cries 5 and wav'd her lilly hand* W Hon ACS A Collettion ofSongs % 8cc. i %f_ Horace Ode ix. Book in. Imitated to the tune of Coliru complaint* One evening the Iovelieft pair That ever frequented the plain^ Bright Lydia th' all-conquering fair* And Damon the beautiful fwainy Sat down in a jeffamin grove, Where a murmuring rivulet ftray'A, When Damon to kindle old love, Thus foftly reproached the maid* . Damon. O Lydia, whilft I was that he That only was bleft with your charms> And you ne'er a fhepherd but me Clasp'd it that foft circle your arms 5 Then thy Damon all cheerful did (nig. And his happinefs yielding to none* . Defpis'd all the pomp of a kfng, And flighted a glittering, .throne. . 1*T®1&- i%$ A CoMeitkn of Songs- y && L Y D I A. Jalfe T>Amcm> the virgin replj#, Whilft you true and conftant did prove>. Confurning whole days by my fide, In fighmg and talking of love * yPbilfk PhiUh'S beauty did yield Taniine in your delicate eye y Then 1 was the pride of the field 5 No queen, was fo happy as I. Bamo n*. Ah I name not that beautiful dame>. She hath perfe&ly ravifh'd my heart $ Her charms fet ras all in a flame, Which fne fans with her mufkal art :; lor one touch of that pow'rful breath, Wounds an heart, as it pierces an ear 5. lor her I wou'd freely meet death, WouM the powers my goddefs but fpare* Lydia, 'Mexhthz bloomingeft youth, That treads on the flowery plains, With innocent arts and pure faith, My heart not unwilling detains : Still burning with mutual defire, Unbroken delights we enjoy,, 3?ar oftner than once I'd expire, To fave the adoreable boy. Damon A ColkBion of Songs y &c. i %? Damo n. But now if my heart fhould return: To the duty it owes thee again, Leave Phillis to forrow and mourn, A conqueft fhe cou'd not maintain t If humbly thy pardon hell crave, And figh when he thinks of the time He flighted thy love, wilt thou leave Thy Damon to die for his crime ? L Y D I A* Ah no ! tho* Alexis the fair His charms, like a planet, difplays, And thou art inconftant as air, And wrathful as bellowing feas; Yet with thee a long feries of years, Like a minute of joy I'd confume, And at death, not lament thee with tears.,. But lay my f elf down in thy tomb. This faid, fhe funk into his arms, And all in. an extacy lay $ Then furrender'd a treafure of charms, While flbe blufh'd like the goddefs of May, The birds, from the branches above,. Beheld, and purfu'd the like blifs, With melody fill'd the whole grove.. And chatt'red at ev'ry kifs. Chloric [2,8 A Collettion ofSongs r &c* pHtoRis farewell I now muff go ft, \^ For if with thee I longer flay,,. Thy eyes prevail upon me fo, I {hall prove blind, and lofe my. way. lame of thy beauty, and thy youth, Among the reft, me hither brought r linding this fame fall ftiort of truth, Made me ftay longer than 1 thought h -Bov I'm engag'd byword and oath, A fervant to another's will 5 Yet for thy love I'd forfeit both, Cou'd 1 be fure to keep it ftiil. But what aflTurance can 1 tafee ! When thou fore-knowing this abufe,~ lor fome more worthy lover's fake, May 'ft leave me with fo juft excufe. ;For thou may 'ft fay 'twas not thy fault, That thou didft thusJnconftant prove, Being by my example taught To break thy oath, to mend thy love* No, A Collection of Songs, &o, 52.9 No, Chlorh ,no, I will return, And raife thy ftory to that height, That Grangers fhail atdiftance burn, And fhe diftruft me reprobate. Then fhall my love this doubt difplace, And gain fuch truft, that I may come And banquet fometimes on thy face, But make my conitant meals at home. Co r r 1 n n a cod me many a pray V, E'er I her heart could gain 5 But fhe ten thoufand more mould hear* To take that heart again. Defpair 1 thought the greateft curfe* But to my coft I find, CorinncCs conftancy ftill worfe, Moil cruel when too kind. How blindly then does Cupid carve \ How ill divide the joy \ Who does at firft his lovers ftarve, And then with plenty cloy. What! ijo A Collection of Songs, 8cc. What! put off with one denial * And not make a fecond trial I You might fee my eyes confenting, All about me was relenting : Women, obliged to dwell in forms, Porgive the youth who boldly do rm'J. Lovers, when you figh and langmfh j When you tell us of your anguifh 5 To the nymph you'll be more pleaflng,. When thofe forrows youareeafing 5 We love to try how far men dare, And never wifh the foe fhou'd fpare. c tOME tell me no more of love, ' 'Tis a trifle made to decoy us : There's nothing that comes from above, t That e'er Was deflgn'd to annoy us s j|ut love do's intrude on our refty And ftill does difturb our fweet peaces Then prithee love fly from my breaft, And give me chappy releafe. Let A Co lie tt ion of Songs, &c. 1 3 * Let none of your magick furprize ^y heart and its freedom enflave -: 'Tis a folly to link with our eyes Thofe fetters that nature ne'er gave: 'Tis but to be fcornfui and coy, And women they quickly will woo us j Our fondnefs our fortunes deftroy, And loving too much does undo us. Al l my paft life is mine no more, The flying hours are gone : Like tranfitory dreams giv'n o'er, Whole images are kept in ftore JBy memory alone. The time that is to come is not-* How can k then be mine > The prefent moment's all my lot $ And that, as faft as it is got, Phillis, is only thine. Then talk not of inconftancy, Falfe hearts, and broken vows 5 If I, by miracle, can be This livelong minute true to thee, Tis all that heav'n allows. y Ceiia 1XZ AColle&ion of "Songs, &c. Ce l i a, hence with a'ffeftation, Hence with all this carelefs air , Hypocrify is out of fafhion, With the witty and the fair. Nature all thy arts difclofes. While the pleafures me fupplies Paint thy glowing cheeks with rofes, And inflame thy fparkling eyes. Poolifh Celia not to know Love thy int'reft and thy duty, Thou to love alone do'ft owe All tty joy and all thy beauty. Mark the tuneful feather'd kind At the coming of the fpring 5 All in happy pairs are join'd. And becaufe they love they fing. Ladiu, A Colleftion of Songs, 5tc. 1 3 3 Lad i e s, tho' to your conquering eyes Love owes his chiefeft vi&ories, And borrows thofe bright arms from you, With which he does the world fubdue : Yet you yourfelves are not abbve. The empire, nor the griefs, of love.. Then wrack not lovers with difdain, Left Love on you revenge their pain j You are not free becaufe y'are fair 5 The boy did not his mother fpare. Beauty's but an offenfive dart$ It is no armour for the heart. Love, (alas!) wliere do'ft thou reft, In Cloe's looks, or in my breaft > When I fee thee gayly fhine, Thou'rt wholly in that face divine* When 1 feel thee burn and fmart, I'm fure thou'rt got into my heart : Prithee Love, if thou would'ft ftiew What wonders thou on us can'ft do 5 Change me now and then thy place, Burn in her breaft, dime in my face. N Tell 134 d Co He £i ion of Songs, &c. Tell me, Aurelia, tell me, pray, How long muft Damon fue $ Prefix the time, and I'll obey, With patience wait the happy day That makes me fure of you. The fails of Time my fighs fhall blow, And make the minutes glide 5 My tears fhall make the current flow, And fwell the hafVning tide. The wings of Love fhall fly fo faff, My hopes mount fo fublimej The wings of Love fhall make more hade ' Then the fwift Wings of Time. Cupid, inftVuft an am'rous fwain Some way to tell the nymph his pain, To common youths unknown : To talk of Cighs, of flames, of darts, Of breeding wounds, and burning hearts, Are methods vulgar growu* What A Collection of Songs \ &c. 1 3 $ What need'ft thou tell I (the god reply'd) That love, the fhepherd cannot hide The nymph will quickly find : When Phoebus does his beams difplay, To tell men gravely that 'tis day, Is to fuppofe them blind. ift. MpE l l me why, my charming fair, A Tell me why you thus deny me J Can defpair, Or thefe fighs or looks of care, Make Cor'mna ever fly me 3 Teil me, tell me, cruel fair, Tell me why you thus deny me, She, Oh Mlrtillo ! you're above me 5 I refpeft, but dare not love ye. The nymph who hears, inclines to fin ; Who parlies, half gives up the town ^ And ravenous love foon enters in, When once the out-work's beaten down ? Then my fighs and tears won't move ye ; No, Mirtillo, you're above me $ I refpeft* but dare not love ye. N * .m, 1 3 6 A QolleBion of Songs, &e, He. Could this lovely charming maid, Think Mtrtillo wou'd deceive her \ Cou'd Corinna be afraid She by him fhou'd be betray'd \ No, too well, too well I love her, Therefore cannot be above her. Then let love with love be paid, Ah ! my Why my all I give her, Let me now, oh now receive her ! She, Ah ! how gladly we believe, When the heart is too, too willing % Can that look, that face deceive ? Can he take delight in killing i Ah ! I die, if you deceive me I Yet I will, I will believe ye. D o not ask me charming PhilUs^ Why I lead you here alone, By this bank of pinks and lillies, And of rofes newly blown. 'Tis not to behold the beauty Of thofe flow'rs that crown the fprfng $ 'Tis to — but I know my duty, And dare never name the thing. Tis A Colleffion ofSongs % 8cc. 1 37 TtSj at worft, but her denying, Why fhould I thus fearful be ? Every minute, gently flying, Smiles, and fays, make ufe of me ; What the fun da's to thofe rofes, While the beams play fweetly in I would— -but my fear oppofes, And I dare not name the thins, Yet I die, if I conceal it j Ask my eyes, or ask your own, And if neither can reveal it, Think what lovers think alone* On this bank of pinks and lillies, Might I fpeak what I would do $ I wou'dwith my lovely Phillis* I wou'd j I wou'd j I wou'd— ah ! wou'd you* As 1 3 8 A ColleBion $f Songs, Sec. As he lay in the plain, his arm under his head, And his flock feeding by, the fond Celadon faid, Iflove'safweet paffion, why doth it torment \ If a bitter (faid he) whence are lovers content ? Since I fufFerwith pleafure,why fhou'd I complain, Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain \ Yet fo pleafing the pain is, fo foft is the dart, That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my heart. To my felf I figh often, without knowing why 5 And whenabfent from Phillts, methinks I cou'd die : But oh ! what a pleasure ftill follows my pain, When kind fortune do's help me to fee her again. In her eyes(the bright ftars that foretel what's to come) By foftftealth, now and then, I examine my doom. I prefs her hand gently, look languifhing down, And by paffionate filence I make my love known. But oh! how I'm bleft, when fo kind fhe do's prove, By fome willing miftake to difcover her love. When in ftrivingto hide, fhe reveals all her flame, And our eyes tell each other, what neither dare name. Ah! A ColkBion of Songs % Sec. 139 AH ! whither, whither fhall I fly, A poor unhappy maid 5 To hopelefs love and mifery By my own heart betray'd > Not by Alexis 1 eyes undone, Nor by his charming faithlefs tongue, Or any pra&is'd art 5 Such real ills may hope a cure, But the fad pains which I endure Proceed from fancied fmart. *Twas fancy gave Alexis charms, E'er I beheld his face: Kind fancy then could fold our army, And form a foft embrace. But fince I've fcen the real fwain, And try'd to fancy him again, I'm by my fancy taught, Tho' 'tis a blifs, no tongue can tell, To have Alexis, yet 'tis hell To have him but in thought. W Why 140 A Collection ofSongs % 5cc* WH y will Florella, when I gaze My ravim'd eyes reprove, And chide 'em from the only face They can behold with love } To Own your fcorn, and eafe my care, I feek a nymph more kind * And, while I range from fair to fair, Still gentle ufage find. But oh! how faint is eyVy joy Where nature has no part % New beauties may my eyes imploy, But you engage my heart. So reftlefs exiles, as they roam, Meet pity ev'ry where 5 Yet Ianguim for their native home, Tho* death attends 'em there. Long A ColleBion of Songs, &c. 141 Long betwixt love and fear, Phtllis tormented, Shun'd her own wifh, yet at laftfhe confented: But loath that day fhou'd her blufhes difcover, Come gentle night, me faid, Come quickly to my aid, And a poor fharnefac'd maid Hide from her lover. Now cold as ice I am, now hot as fire, I dare not tell my felf my own defire ; ' But let day fly away, and let night hafte her : Grant ye kind powers above, Slow hours to parting love - 3 JBut when to blifs we move, Bid 'em fly fader. How fweet it is to love, when I difcover That fire which burns my heart, warming my loYerj ,'Tis pity love fo true fhou'd be miftaken : But if this night he be Palfe or unkind to me, Let me die, e'er I fee That I'm forfaken. Late i^z A Collection of Songs { &c. Late when love I feem'd to flight, Phtllis fmil'd, as well fhe might. Now* faid (he, our throne may tremble, Men our province now invade. Men take up our royal trade : Men, even men, do now duTernble * In the dud our empire's laid, Tutor'd by the wife and grave* loath was I to be a flave : Miftrefs founded arbitrary , So I chafe to hide my flame, Friendfhip, a difcreeter name : But fhe fcorns one jot to vary* She will love, or nothing claim. Be a lover, ©r pretend, Rather than the warmeft friend i Friendfhip of another kind is, Swedijh coin of grofs allay, A cart-load will fcarce defray j Love, one grain is worth the Indies? Only love is current pay. He. A Collection of Songs, &c. 143 ijfe.YTow unhappy a lover am J, XX While I figh for my Phlllis in vain ? AH my hopes of delight Are another man's right, Who is happy while I am in pain. She. Since her honour allows no relief, But to pity the pains which you bear, *Tis the bed of your fate (In a hopelefs eftate) To give o'er, and betimes to defpair. He. 1 have try'd the falfe med'cine in vain, For I wifh what I hope not to win : From without, my defire Has no food to its fire, P But it burns and confumes me within. She. Yet, at lead, 'tis a pleafure to know That you are not unhappy alone : For the nymph you adore Is as wretched or more, And counts all your fuff'rings her own. He J44 A Collection 'of Songs, See. He, O ye gods, let me fuffer for both $ At the feet of my Phillis I'll lie ^ I'll refign up my breath, And take pleafiire hi death, To be pity'd by her when I die. She. What her honour deny'd you in life, In her death fhe will give to your love 5 Such a flame as is true After fate will renew, for the fouls to meet clofer above. No more will I my paffion hide, Tho' too prefuming it appear j When long defpair a heart has try'd, What other torment can it fear } Unloved of herdkwou'd not live, Nor die till file the fentence give. Why fhou'd the fair offended be, If virtue charm in beauty's drefs : If where fo much divine I fee, My open vows the faint confefs? Awak'd by wonders in her eyes, My former idols I defpife. When A Collection of Songs, 8cc. 14? When, Celia, muft my old days fet, And my young morning rife, In beams of joy, fo bright, as yet Ne'er bleft a lover's eyes } My ftate is more advanc'd than when I firft attempted thee $ X fu'd to be a fervantthen, But now to be made free* I've ferv'd my time faithful and true, Expe&ing to be plac'd In happy freedom, as my due* To all the joys thou haft : 111 husbandry in love is fuch A fcandal to love's power, We ought not to mifpend fo much As one poor fhort-Hv'dhour. Yet think not, fweet, I'm weary grown* That I pretend fuch hafte, Since none to furfeit e'er was known, Before he had a tafte 5 My infant love cou'd humbly wait, When young it fcarce knew how To plead 5 but, grown to man's eftate, He is impatient now. AH i%6 A Colkttion of Songs, &c. Ah, how fweet ft is to love., Ah, how gay is young de-fire ! And what pleafing pains we prove, When we firft approach love's fire ! Pains of love be Tweeter far Than all other pleafures are. Sighs, which are from lovers blown, Do but gently heave the hearts , Ev'n the tears they flied alone Cure, like trickling balm, their fmart. Lovers when they lofe their breath, Bleed away in eafy death. Love and time with rev'rence ufe, Treat 'em like a parting friend : Nor the golden gifts refufe Which in youth fincere they fend ; lor each year their price is more, And they lefs fimple than before. Love like fpring-tides full and high, Swells in ev'ry youthful yein : Eut each tide does lefs fupply, * Fill they quite fhrink in again : j n L v in age appear, y Tis but rain,- and runs not clear. Mr A Collection of Songs y 8cc. 1 47 My heart by Lidia long pofTeft 5 She reign'd Tole miftrefs of my breaft j From Celia then came hot alarms 5 The witty Celia play'd her charms^ So 1 lay doubtful and divided. Yet how they harrafs'd me the while ?' And made unconfcionable fpoil, Before the point was well decided, Which of them had undone me moil, To whether of them I was loft. Now Cloe comes to claim a fhare,- An enemy fo frefh and fair 5- Who reckons, tho' my heart be cleft, Tor her was ftill one corner left. Heavens! what fhouM now be my behaviour \ Firft, I wou'd have the dice fo thrown, That I might ftill remain my own 5 But if this feem too high a favours- Piece me not out to feveral, The kindeft miftrefs take me all. *ww* O % tw 148 A Collection of Songs % &c T f love's a fweet paflion, why does it torment ) •*■ If a bitter, O tell me, whence comes my content ) Since I fufFer with pleafure, why fhould I complain J Or grieve at my fate, fince 1 know 'tis in vain 1 Yet fo pleafing the pain is, fo foft is the dart, That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my heart. I grafp her hand gently, look languifliing down, And by pafiionatefilence, I make my love known. Eut oh ! how I'mblefs'd, whenfo kind me does prove, By fome willing miftake to difcover her love 5 When in driving to hide it, fhe reveals all her flame, And our eyes tell each other, what neither dare name. How pleafing is beauty } how fweet are the charms I How delightful embraces > how peaceful her arms > Sure there's nothing fo eafy as learning to love, It's taught us on earth, and by all things above 5 And to beauty's bright ftandard all heroes muft yield, For 'tis beauty that conquers, and keeps the fair field. Chia A Colleffion ofSongs^ 8cc. 149 CE l 1 a, that I once was bleft, Is now the torment of my bread 5 .Since to cure me, you bereave me Of the pleafure I pofTenr : Crael creature to deceive me* Pirft to love, and then to leave me. Had you the blifs refused to grant, - I then had never known the wantf But poflefling once the bleffing, Is the caufe of my complaint, Gnce poflefling is but tafting, *Tis no blifs that is not lading. Cctia now is mine no more, But I am her's and muftadorej Kor to leave her will endeavour, Charms, thatcaptiv'd me before, Ho unkindnefs can diffever 5 Loye that's true, is love for ever. ® 3- ¥o-U:3 i jro A Co lie ft ion of 8ongs> dec. Young Cbryfoftom had virtue, fenfe, Renown, and manly grace 5 Yet all, alas ! were no defence Againft Mar cellars face. His love, that long had taken root, In doubt's cold bed was laid 5 Where fhe not warming it to fhoot, The lovely plant decay'd. Bad coy Marcella own'd a foul Half beauteous as her eyes j Her judgment had her fcorn controurd^ And taught her how to prize. But providence, that form'd the fair In fuch a charming skin, Their outfide made their only care* -And never looked within. To A Collection of Songs ^ &c i §x To this moment a rebel, I throw down my arms, GreatZw^at firft fight ofOrinda's bright charms z Made proud and fecure, by fuch forces as thefe, You may now play the tyrant as foon as you pleafe. When innocence, beauty, and wit do confpire To betray, and engage, and inflame my defire $ Why fhould I decline what I cannot avoid, And let pleafing hope by bafe fear be deftroy'd J Her innocence cannot contrive to undo me, Her beauty's inclined, or why fhould it purfue me I And wit has to pleafure been ever a friend ; Then what room for defpair,fince delight is love's end* There can be no danger in fweetnefs and youth, Where love is fecur'd by good-nature and truth : On her beauty I'll gaze, and of pleafure complain, While every kind look adds a link to my chain. Tis more to maintain, than it was to furprize 5 But her wit leads in triumph the flave of her eyes ; I beheld with the lofs of my freedom before, But hearing, for ever muft ferve and adore* Too I $z A Co lie ft ion of Songs % See, Too bright is my goddefs, her temple too weak J Retire, divine image ! I feel my heart break. Help, Love, I diflblve in a rapture of charms, At the thought of thofe joys I mould meet in her arms, Ho w hardly I conceaPd my tears \ How oft did I complain, When many tedious days, my fears Told me I lov'd in vain \ But now my joys as wild are grown $ And hard to be concealed : Sorrow may make a filent moa% But joy will be reveaPd. I tell it to the bleating flocks, To every ftream and tree, And blefs the hollow murmuring rocks^ Por ecchoing back to me. Thus you may fee with how much joy We want, we wifli, believe j Tis hard fuch paflion to deftroy,. But eafie to deceive*. A Qollettlon of Songs, &c, 153 O coward heart, Why doft thou aft fo mean a part? Why hide and (link away When CloedoQS appear, And with her bring the day > Why fo chill and cold become, When fo bright a fire is near \ Why fo hoarfe and dumb, When you my torments mould declare > What is*t you dread > the lightning of her eyes J Alas ! he's happy that fo dies. y^&&&&&&&jb&^&&sy&& * t^ Ye happy fwatns, whofe hearts are free From love's imperial chain, Take warning, and be taught by me, T'avoid th'inchanting pain. Patal the wolves to trembling flocks, Pierce w r inds to bloffoms prove, To carelefs feamen hidden rocks, To human quiet, love. n r i ^4 A Collection of Songs •,. &c, Ply the fair fex, if blifs you prize $ The fnake's beneath the flow'r : Who ever gaz'd on beauteous eyes> That tailed quiet more \ How faithlefs is the lover's joy ! How conftant is their care ! The kind with falfehood do . deftroy, The cruel with defpair. No, no, 'tis in vain, Tho' I figh and complain, Yet the fecret I'll never reveal j The rack (hall not tare it Prom my breaft, but I'll bear it To the grave, where it ever mall dwell': Oh ! wou'd that the gods had created her low, And plac'd thee, poor Aylai I above j Then, then I a prefent might freely beftow Of a heart, that is all over love. Like the damn'd from the fire We may gaze and admire,. Yet can never hope to be bleft| Oh the pangs of a lover, That dares not difcover The poifon that's lodg'd in his breaft ! Like a deer that is wounded, I bleeding run on# And fain I the torture wou'd hide y But, oh ! 'tis in vain $ for where ever I run The bloody dart flicks in my fide* Sum A Collection of Songs, See, i$$ H Sung by a Shepherd. ow b left are fhepherds, how happy their lafles, While drums and trumpets are founding alarm s \ Over our lowly fheds all the ftorm paries ; And when we die, 'tis in each other's arms. All the day on our herds, and flocks employing $ All the night on our flutes, and in enjoying. Bright nymphs o£ Britain, with graces attended, Let not your days without pjeafure expire 5 Honour's but .empty, and when youth is ended, All men will praife you, but none will deilre. Let not youth fly away without contenting j Age will come time enough for your repenting. ^j/^SHEPHE R D E S S. Shepherd, fhepherd, leave decoying, Pipes are fweet, a fummer's day - 7 But a little after toying, Women have the mot to pay. Here are marriage-vows for fismmg, Set their marks that cannot write : After that, without repining, Play and welcome, day and night. C HOE US, 156 A Collection of Songs ^ &c. Chorus. Come, Ihepherds, lead up a lively meafure 5 The cares of wedlock, are cares of pleafure 5 But whether marriage brings joy, or forrow, Make fure of this day, and hang to-morrow. ^^ jE all to conqu'ring beauty bow, W It's pleaftng powers admire 5 But I ne'er faw that face till now, That like your's could infpire 5 Now I may fay I've met with one Amazes all mankind $ And like men gazing on the fun, With too much light am blind. Soft as the tender moving fighs When longing lovers meet 5 Like the divining prophets wife, And like blown roles fweet 5 Majeftick, gay, referv'd, yet free, Each happy night a bride 5 A mein like awful majefty, And yet no fpark of pride. The patriarch to gain a wife, Chafte, beautiful and young, Serv'd fourteen years a painful life, And never thought it long : If beauty would award fuch care, And life fo long could ftay, Not fourteen, but four hundred year Would feem but as one day. I a n the d Co lie fit ion of Songs, &c. 1 57 I a n t h e the lovely, the joy of her fwain, By If his was lov'd, and lov'd Iphis again 5 She liv'd in the youth, and the youth in the fair, Their pleafure was equal, and equal their care $ No time, no enjoyment, their dotage withdrew, JBut the longer they liv'd, but the longer they liv'd* Still the fonder they grew. A patfion To happy alarm 'd all the plain, Some envy'd the nymph, but more envy'd the Twain.' Some fwore 'twould be pity their loves to invade, That the lovers alone for each other were made 5 But all, all confented that none ever knew A nymph yet fo kind, a nymph yet fo kind, Or a fhepherd fo true. Love faw 'em with pleafure, and vow'd to take care Of the faithful, the tender, the innocent pair 5 What either did want, he bid either to move 5 But they wanted nothing, but ever to love -, Said 'twas all that to blefs 'em his godhead could do, That they ftill might be kind, that they ftill might be And they ftill might be true. (kind. Since 1 58 AColleHion ofSongs, 5cc, Smc&, fait Amelia, you alone Have gain'd an empire o'er my heart $ A heart, that us'd to be Co prone To change, defying Cufid's dart. What compenfation will you make For giving me love's reftlefs pains \ Am I Co mad, that you thus take Such care to rivet me in chains. Your ftiape, your mein, and fnowy arms, Difplay their beauties to my coft : Believe me, you had ne^d have charms To recompenfe my freedom loft. Yet fliapes fure I have Cqqii elfewhere, That fome comparifon may hold ; And arms by nature turn'd as rare, And form'd of full as white a mould. But for the mien, where thoufand airs In graceful eafy motions rife : Where Venus in each fmile appears, And Juno's grandeur in your eyes* There A Collection of Songs ^ &c, 159 There lies the magick fpell, whofe charms Doth all my boafted ftrength o'erthrowj In vain, alas ! I would alarm My bafled fenfe to ward the blow. At ev'ry turn we meet a grace, In ev'ry glance a beam fo bright, In you no mortal form we trace, But think of worfhip at your fight. Thus arm'd, you want no charms to bind The moft unhVd and ranging foul 5 Such native charms in you we find, As all our loofe efforts controul. But when you add to this fair heap Agreeing humour, fp'Hghdy wit, You monarchs for your flaves might keep, Whilft they would triumph to fubmic. £ % Fax&sst i6o AColleftionofSongs&c. Fairest ffles all ifles excelling, Seat of pleafures, and of loves j Venus here will chufe her dwelling, And forfake her Cyfrian groves, Cupid, from his fav'rite nation,. Care and envy will remove 5 Jealoufie, that poifons paflion, And defpair, that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, fweet complaining* Sighs that blow the fire of love j Soft repulfes, kind difdaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. Ev'ry fwain mail pay his duty, Grateful ev'ry nymph fhall prove $ And as thefe excel in beauty, Thofe fhall be renown'd for love. A ColleBion ofSongs^ Sec. 161 As wretched, vain, and indifcreet, Thofe matches 1 deplore, Whofe bart'ring friends in counfel meet, To huddle in a wedding facet Some miferable pair that never met before. Poor love of no account muft be, Tho' ne'er fo fix'd and true j No merit but in gold they fee, So portion and eftate agree, No matter what the bride and bridegroom do, Curft may all covetous husbands be, That wed with fuch defign 5 And curft they are ! for white they ply Their wealth, fome lover by the by Reaps the true blifs, and digs the richer mine. Go, thou perpetual whining lover, For (ha me leave off this humble trade, *Tis more than time thou gav'ft it over, For fighs and tears will never move her, By them more obftinate (he's made, And thou by love, fond, conftant love betray % P 3 The i6z AColleBion ofSongs^Scc. The more, vain fop, thou fu'-ft unto her, The more me does torment thee flill, Is more perverfe the more you woo her, When thou art humbled, lays theelowei*5 And when, moll proftrate to her will, Thou meanly begg'ft for life, does bafely kilL By heaven 'tis againft all nature, Honour and manhood, wit and fenfe, To let a little female creature Rule on the poor account of feature $ And thy unmanly patience Monftrous and lhameful as her infolence* Thoumay'ft find forty will be kinder, Or more companionate at leaft, If one will ferve, two hours will find her* And half this Moe for ever bind her * As firm and true as thy own breaft, On love and venue's double intereft. But if thou can'ft not live without her, This only fhe, when it comes to't. And (he relent not (as I doubt her) Never make more adoe about her, To figh and whimper is no boot ^ Go hang thyfelf, and that will do't. Ssh, Absent A Collection of Songs \ 8cc. 163 Absent from thee, I languifh ftill 5 ■"• Then ask me not, when I return I The ftraying fool 'twill plainly kill, To wifh all day, all night to mourn. Dear, from thine arms then let me fly, That my fantaftick mind may prove The torments it deferves to try, That tears my fix'd heart from my love* When, weary'd with a world of woe, To thy fafe bofom I retire, Where love, and peace, and truth does flow, May I contented there expire. Left once more wand'ring from that heav'n* I fall on fome bafe heart unbleft , Faithlefs to thee, falfe, unforgiven, And lofe my everlafting reft. In 1^4 AColkftion ofSongSy dec. T n Chris all foft charms agree, -*- Incbanting humour, powerful Wit $ Beauty from affe&ation free, And for eternal empire fir. Where'er fhe goes, love waits her eyes, The women envy, men adore j But did fhe lefs the triumph prize, She wou'd deferve the conqueft more. The pomp of love Co much prevails, She begs, what none elfe wou'd deny her, Makes fuch advances with her eyes, The hopes (lie gives prevents dellre 5 Catches at ev'ry trifling heart, Seems warm with ev'ry glimm'ring flame, The common prey fo deads the dart, It fcarce can pierce a noble game. I cou'd lie ages at her feet, Adore her, carelefs of my pain, With tender vows her rigours meet, Defpair, love on, and not complain. My pallion from all change fecure, No favours raife, no trown controuls., I any torment can endure, But hoping with a crowd of fools. W A$ AColletfion ofSong$> 8cc. 16$ Vb-1 was in this fhade, X While the winds play'd, And the birds warbled under each bough j While fountains flow Murm'ring below $ In my arms 'ptitiis utter'd this vow. Swain when I prove Falfe to thy love, All the wing'd nation no more (hall fing j No leaf mall fhoot, Winds mail be mute, And not a murmur heard in the fpring. Thus did fhe fwear $ Pleas'd did I hear $ But words of women, when they are kind, ShouM laft for ever, Grav'd with a feather, In the loofe leaves, the water, or wind. Sweet as the rofe, White as the fnows, Like 'em foon faded, fullied, is woman > Fair like the moon, Changing as foon 5 Bright as the fan, and as the fun common. Like %66 A Cotteftion of Songs, &a Like the frail flowV, (Child of an hour) Such are her beauties, fuch are our bliffes f Opening when blooming* Gayly confuming, Ev'ry bee fucks 'em, ev'ry wind kifles! Some fay I for Qlwda die, My breaft fo violent paffion warms j Mofl think my hour is fcarce fo nigh} But, ah, thefe little know her charms! My heart all witty fair ones fway, And to fad difficulty brin-* $ Yet none fo cruel quite to flay The harmlefs, poor, good-naturM thing. My heart is love's mere tennis-ball, Here tofs'd, there bandy'd up and down* But in good hands if once it fall, f Tis lodg'd, 'tis then for ever gone* Bemeatk A Collection of Songs, Sec. 1 67 JjENEATHa myrtle made, Which love for none but happy lovers made, I flept; and ftraight my love before me brought Phillis, the objed of my waking thought : UndrefsM (he came my flames to meet, While love ftrow'd flow'rs beneath her feet j Flow*rs,which fo prefs'd by her, became more fwcet. From the bright vifion's head A carelefs veil of lawn was lofely fpread : From her white temples fell her fhaded hair, Like cloudy fun-fhine, not too brown nor fair $ Her hands, her lips did love infpire, Her ev'ry grace my heart did fire : But mod her eyes, which languifh'd with defire. Ah, charming fair, faid I, How long can you my blifs, and your's, deny \ By nature and by love, this lonely made Was for revenge of fufPring lovers made. Silence and fhades with love agree : Both fhelter you and favour me 5 You cannot blufh, becaufe I cannot fee* No 1 68 A Co Hellion of Songs ^ &c. No, let me die, fhe faid* Rather than lofe the fpotlefs name of maid* Faintly, methought, fhe fpoke j for all the while She bid me not believe her, with a fmile. Then die, faid I : She ftill deny'd ; And is it thus, thus, thus, fhe cry'd, You ufe a harmlefs maid $ and fo fne dy'd ! I wak'd, and ftraight I knew 1 lov'd To well, it made my dream prove true: Fancy, the kinder miftrefs of the two, Fancy had done what Phillis wou'd not do ! Ah, cruel nymph, ceafe your difdain, While I can dream, you (corn in vain ! Afleep, or waking, you muft eafe my pain. MB^M.iM^^^^^^^^f^M TH E budding rofe That fmiles on Phazbus' dawning rays, , Then blufhitig glows> And her fair bofom wide difplays 5 Then on the ground Scatters her fading honours round ; ShouM teach coy Silvia this great truth* That Hie fhou'd make her beft of youth. But the difdainful fhe no more Is at this emblem mov'd, than at our plaints before. HP When A Collection of Songs y &cc. 169 When all was wrapt in dark- mid-night, And all were fail afleep, In glided Marg'refs grimly ghoft, And flood at William's feet. Her face was like the April morn, Clad In a wint'ry cloud, And clay-cold was her lilly-hand, That held the fable fhrowd. So mall the faireft face appear, When youth and years are flown ; Such is the robe that kings muft wear, When death has reft their crown. Her bloom was like the fpringing flow'r That fips the diver dew j The rofe was budded in her cheek, And opening to the view. But love had, like the canker worm, Confum'd her early prime : The rofe grew pale, and left her cheek j She dy'd before her time. Awake, fhe cry'd, thy true love calls, Come from her mid- night grave $ Now let thy pity hear the maid, Thy love refused to faye. Q^ This 170 A Collection of Songs ^ &c. This is the mirk and fearful hour, When injurM ghofts complain 5 Now dreary graves give up their dead, To haunt the faithlefs fwaim Bethink thee, William, of thy fault, Thy pledge, and broken oath, And give me back my maiden vow, And give me back my troth. How could you fay my face was fair, And yet that face forfake ? How could you win my virgin heart, Yet leave that heart to break > How could you promife love to me, And not that promife keep > Why did you fwear mine eyes were bright, Yet leave thofe eyes to weep > How could you fay my lip was fweet, And made the fcarlet pale > And why did I, young witlefs maid ! Believe the flattering tale ? That face, alas ! no more is fair $ Thefe lips no longer red j Dnrk are mine eyes now clos'd in death, And ev'ry charm h fled. The A Collection of Songs s &c. 171 The hungry worm my fitter is ; This winding-meet I wear, And cold and weary lafts our night, Till that laft morn appear. But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence : A long and laft adieu '. Come fee, fal& man, how low me Iks, That dy'd for love of you. Now birds did fmg, and morning fniile, And fhew her gliftVing head ^ Pale William (hook in ev'ry limb* Then raving left his bed. He hy'd him to the fatal place Where Marg*ret*s bodyl ay, And ftretcht him on the green grafs tur£ That wrapt her breathlefs clay. And thrice he call'd on Margaret's name. And thrice he wept full fore 5 Then laid his cheek to the cold earth, And word fpake never more. ^P^^ SVs iy% A ColleBion of Songs, Sec. H e's a phlegmatick lover, In whom we difcover A temper that never cloth change 5 A bread that's like mine, with jealoufie burns, Now love and now anger poffefs it by turns ^ With fears I grow wild, and with hopes I grow tame That paflion is weak that is always the fame. But the fanguine brisk lover Can never difcover How the foul of a woman's inclin'd^ >! lie knows that her charms have yet conquered fnore$ That many there are who figh and adore : He trufts not to merit to give him fuccefs, Tor women love only by fancy and guefs : Or if to defert by great chance they prove kind, . The fair flill are fickle, and oft change their mind. Oh, the Harts of a lover Do plainly difcover The pafflon he feels in extream $ For he that loves well, and does not poffefs, Muft either be jealous, or elfe love you lefs : Then fay not my fears or my doubts do you wrongs He cannot be quiet whofe paflion is ftrong : Small fires do but glow, and are always the fame, But the greater will rage, and fcatter the flame. Stay A Collection of Songs, 8cc. 173 Stay, Phoebus, ftay, The world to which you fly fo fair, Conveying day From us to them, can pay your hade With no fuch object, and falute your rife With no fuch wonder as de Mornafs eyes* Well does this prove The error of thofe antique books, Which made you r.ove About the world -, ner charmmg looks Wou'd fix your beams, and make it ever day, Did not the rowling earth match her away. My dear miftrefs has a heart Soft as thofe kind looks fhe gave mef When with love's reflftlefs art, And her eyes, fhe did enilave me z But her conftancy's foweak, She's fo wild and apt to wander % That my jealous heart wou'd break* Shou'd we live one day afunder, Melting rjSp AQolleBtonofSongSiM^, Melting joys about her move, Killing pleafures, wounding bliffes \ She can drefs her eyes in. love, And her lips can warm with kifles, Angels liften when fhe fpeaks, She's my delight, all mankind's wonder, But my jealous heart wou'd break, Shou'd we live one day af under. Fain wou'd I, Chloris, e'er I die, Bequeath you fuch a legacy, That you might fay, when I am gone*, None hath the like : my heart alone Were the beft gift I cou'd beftow, But that's already your's, you know s So that till you my heart refign, Or fill with your's the place of mine, And by that grace my (lore renew, I mail have nought worth giving you j Whofe breaft has all the wealth I have. Save a faint carcafs and a grave. But had I as many hearts as hairs, As many lives as love has fears, As many lives as years have hours, They fhou'd be all and only your's. Why A ColkUioft of Songs'^ &c.- 1 75 WH y fhou'dr a foolifh marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When paflio.ii is decay 'd \ We lov'd, and we lov'd as long as we cou'd, 'Till our love was lov'd otit of us both : But our marriage is dead, when the pkafuresare fled^ 'Twas pleafure firft made it an oath. If I have pleafures for a friend, And farther love in ftore, What wrong has he whofe joys did end^ And who cou'd give no more } *Tis a madnefs that he Shou'd be jealous of me, Or that I fhou'd bar him of another : Por all we can gain, Is to give ourfelves pain, When neither can hinder the other, n >■: W I Hf'kiS i ?6 A Colleff ion of Songs, Sec. w r iNDs whifper gently whilft (he fleeps, And fan her with your cooling wings 2 Whilft Laura drops of beauty weeps, From pure, and yet unrivalM fprings. Glide over beauty's field, her face, To kifs her lip, and cheek be bold$ But with a calm, and ftealing pace, Neither too rude, nor yet too cokl Play in her beams, and crifp her hair, With fuchagaleas wings foft love, And with fo fweet, fo rich an air, As breaths from the Arabian grove. A breath as hufht as lovers figh, Or that unfolds the morning door 5 Sweet, as the winds, that gently fly, Tofweep the fprings enamell'd floor, Murmur foft mufick to her dreams, That pure, and unpolluted run, Like to thfc new-born chryftal ftreams, Under the bright enaraour'd fun, But when fhe waking fhalldifphy Her light, retire within* your bar 5 Her breath is life, her eyes are day, And all mankind her creatures ars ? Philips A ColleBion of Songs \ &c. 177 PH 1 l l 1 s the young, the fair, the gay ! The youth that fain wou'd fpoil ye -> Gives you at once the bloom of May 3 And riper blafh of July. Whilftthus the foothin a rogue prepares Kis Phlllis for his pleafures $ Learn, fair one, hence t'efcape his fnares, And fave your faireft treafures. " The bloflbms by too hot a taint, &c. i69 Ask me no more where Jove beftows, When June is paft, the fading rofe : For in your beauty's orient deep, Thefe flow'rs as in their caufes fleep, Ask me no more whither do ftray The golden atoms of the day : For in pure love, heaven did prepare Thofe powders to enrich your hair, Ask me no more whither doth hade The nightingale, when May is palls For in your fweet dividing throat She winters, and keeps warm her note* Ask me no more where thofe ftars light That downwards fall in dead of night : For in your eyes they fit, and there Fixed become as in their fphere. Ask me no more if Eaft or Weft, The phoenix builds her fpicy neft: For unto you at laft me Aies, And in your fragant bofom dies, n* ? R Bio» : jo A Collection of Songs, 5cc. The Tilling Philosophers. d iogekes, furly and proud, Who fnarl'd at the Macedon youth $ Delighted in wine that was good, Becaufe in good wine there is truth i But growing as poor as a Job, Unable to purchafe a flask $ He chofe for his manfion a tub, And liv'd by the fcentof the cask. Heraclitus ne'er wou'd deny A bumper to comfort his heart .5 And when he was maudlin wou'd cry, Becaufe he had empty'd his quart : Tho* fome are fo foolifh to think, He wept at men's folly and vice, »Twas only his cuftom to drink, Till the liquor flowed out of his eyes, Dtmocrltus always was glad, ' To tipple and cherifh his foul, Wou'd laugh like a man that was mad. When over a good flowing bowl : As long as his cellar was ftor'd, The liquor he'd merrily quaff 5 And when he was drunk as a lord, At thofe that were fober he'd laugh* Wife A Collection of Songs > &c. 17* Wife Solon, who carefully gave Good laws unto Athens of old, And thought the rich Cr&Jus a flave, (Tho* a king) to his coffers of gold : He delighted in plentiful bowls, But drinking, much talk wou'd decline $ Becaufe 'twas the cuftom of fools, To prattle much over their wine. Old Socrates ne'er was content 'Till a bottle had heighten'd his joys, Who in's cups to the oracle went, Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife % Late hours he certainly lov'd, P^Made wine the delight of his life; Or Xantippt would never have prov'd Such a damnable fcold of a wife, Zheophraftus, that eloquent fage, By Athens fo greatly ador*d$ With the bottle would boldly engage, When mellow was brisk as a bird, Would chat, tell a ftory, and jeft, Moft pleafantly over a glafsj And thought a dumb gucft at a feaft, But a dull philofophical afs. R z Old ijx AColleffion ofSongs^ dec. Old Seneca, &m y d for his parts, Who tutor'd, the bully of Rome ; Grew wife o'er his cups and his quarts, Which he drank like amifer at home s And to fhew he lov'd wine that was good To the laft, we may truly aver it, He tin&ui'd his bath with his blood, So fancy'd he died in his claret. Pytkag'ras did fllence enjoin On his pupils, who wifdom wou'd leek, Becaufe that he tippled good wine, Till himfelf was unable to fpeak 1 And when he was whimfical grown, With fipping his plentiful bowls, By the ftrength of the juice in his crown, He conceived tran (migration of fouls. Ctpermcus too, like the reft, Believ'd there was wifdom in wine 5 And thought that a cup of the beft Made reafon the better to fhine : With wine he'd replenifh his veins, And make his philofophy reel 5 Then fancied the world like his brains, Turn'd round like a chariot wheel Arifiotle ACottettion ofSongs % &c* 17s Arlftotle, that maftes of arts, Had been but a dunce without wine j And what we afcribe to his parts, Is due to the juice of the vine % His belly, moil writers agree, Was as big as a watering trough ^ He therefore leap'dinto the fea, Becaufe he'd have liquor enoughs Old Plato was reckoned divine, Who fondly to wifdom was prone 5 But had it not been for good wine, His merits had never been known 3 By wine we are generous made, It furniflies fancy with wings 5 Without it we ne'er Oiouldhave had^> Philofophcvs, poets, or kings* Y E virgin powVs, defend my heart From am'rous looks and "miles, From faucy love, or nicer art, Which rnoft ourfex beguiles, From fighs and vows, from awful fears., That do to pity move> From fpeaking fllence, and from tears.* Thofe fprings that water love. & § ■ Jkk% 1 74 A Co lie & ion of 'Songs \ Sec. But if thro' pafHon I grow blind, Let honour be my guide 5 And when frail nature feems inclined, There place a guard of pride. An heart whofe flames are feen, tho* pure, Needs ev'ry virtue's aid 5 , And me who thinks her felffecure, The fooneft is betray 'd. With fighing and wiming, and green-ficknefs diet, Wkh nothing of pleafure, and little of quiet 5 With a granum's infpedion, and do&or's direction* But not the fpecifick that fuits my complexion : The How'r of my age is full blown in my face* Yet no man considers my comfortlefs cafe. Youn<* women were valued, as I have been told, In the late times of peace, above mountains ofgoldj But now there is fighting, we are nothing but flighting, Jew gallants in conjugal matters delighting : *Tis a Ihame that mankind, fhou'd love killing and (flaying, And mind jnot -fupplying the ftock that's decaying. Unlucl y ACollettionof Songs^ &c. 175* Unlucky Clarinda, to love in a feafon, When Mars has forgotten to do Venus reafon 5 Had I any hand in rule and command, I'd certainly make it a law of the land : That killers of men, to replenifh the ftore, Be bound to the wedlock, and made to get more, Enacted moreover, for better difpatch, That where a good captain meets with an o'er-match 5 His honeft lieutenant, with foldier-like grace, Shall relieve him on duty, and ferve in his place : Thus kiilers and flayers of able good men, Without beat of drum may recruit 'em again. My eyes with floods of tears o'erflow, My bofom heaves with conftant woe \ Thofe eyes, which thy unkindn efs fwells, That bofom, w r here thy image dwells. How ccu'd I hope fo weak a flame Cou'd ever warm that matchlefs dame, When none Elyfium muft behold Without a radiant bow of gold > >Tis hers in higher fpheres to fhine, At diftanceto admire, is mine. Great i j 6 A Cc lie 51 ion of Songs r Sec. Great Cupid heard me thus complain, He miil'd, and fmiiing faid, fsnd Twain Vain are thy tears, thy flghs are in vain. Love is a warfare, and there are Heroes in love > as well as war t Sent from a daring hand my dart Strikes deep into the fair one's heart* And tho'gay youth, and every grace* Tho* beautv i • -r'ph in her face : Yet ;*oddeffes have ieign v d to wed. And take a mortal to their bed. Mark! how this marigold conceals Her beauty and her bofom veils, How from the duF embrace fhe fiitt Of Phoebus, when his beams firfl rife. And faintly warm the blufhing skiesl But when his gtory he difplays. And darts around his fiercer rays. Her charms flie opens and receives The vigorous god into her leaves. mm 'V w } 7wu ACollettion o/Songs y 8cc. 177 'rr^wAS when the Teas were roaring X With hollow blafts of wind, A damfel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd y Wide o'er the rowling billows, She caft a wifhful look, Her head was crown'd with willows That trembled o'er the brook. Twelve months were gone and over, And nine long tedious days, Why didft thou, ventrous lover, Why didft thou truft the feas. Ceafe, ceafe then, cruel ocean. And let my lover reft. Ah ! what's thy troubled motion To that within my breaft. The merchant, robb'd of treafure. Views tempefts in defpair ; But what's the lofs of treafure. To lofing of my dear > ShouM you fome coaft be laid on Where gold and diamonds grow* You'd find a richer maiden, But none that loves you fo. •low x 78 A Collefiion of Songs, &c> How can they fay that nature Has nothing made in vain, Why then beneath the water Do hideous rocks remain : No eyes thofe rocks difcover, That lurk beneath the deep, To wreck the wand'ring lover, And leave the made to weep. All melancholy lying, Thus waiTd fhe for her dear, Repaid each blafl: with fighing, Each billow with a tear s When o'er the white waves (looping^ His floating corps ihe fpy'd 5 Then like a lilly drooping, She bow'd Jher head ami dy'd» Their A Collection ofSongs^ Sec. 179 When bright Aurelia tripp'd the plain. How joyful then were feen, The looks of every jolly fwain, Who ftrove Aurelia* $ heart to gain With gambols on the green. Their fports were innocent and gay, Mixt with a manly air. They ran, they dane'd, did fing and play Each ftrove to pleafe, a difPrent way, This charming lovely fair. Th* ambitious ftrife fhe'd ftill admire, And equally approve, 'Till Phaon*s tuneful voice and lyre With fofteft mufick did infpire Her foul to gen'rous love. Their wonted fports the reft decline, Their arts are all in vain, The nymph is conftant as divine, The more they envy and repine, The more Riq loves her fwain, !'£R [ 86 A Collections f ' Songs ^ Stc. — ,'erI thy charming vifage faw, Jti Each leffer beauty gave me law \ This with her fweetnefs, that her pride, And I for either cou'd have dy'd •, But when I fir ft your eyes did view, Strait to my heart their lightening flew, Depos'd 'em all and fet up you : Before the magick of your air, So fine your fhape ! your face fo fair ! Their fainter charms did difappear, And were no longer what they were. So of the Stars that gild the sky, They've rev'rence paid from ev'ry eye 5 Not one but claims our lading praife, Not one but lhou'd our wonder raife, Not one but what's all heav'nly bright, A conftant fhining globe of light, Able alone to rule the night. Yet, tho* fo bright and glorious, they All in a moment's time decay, Grow dim, and feem to d'iQ away, When onoe Aurora opens day, Whu AWhttion of Songs, <3cc. 1 8* Wh y fo pale and wan, fond lover \ Prithee why fo pale \ Will, when looking well can't move her* Looking ill prevail i Prithee why fo pale I Why fo dull and mute, young Sinner i Prithee why fo mute ? Will, when fpeaking well can't win her, Saying nothing do't > Prithee why fo mute } Quit, quit for fhame, this will not move, This cannot take her s If of herfelf fhe will not love, Nothing can make her : The devil take her. $&®&®&@&&®&@$&©$©$$$ Boasting fops, who court the fair, For the fame of being lov'd j You who daily prating are, Of the hearts your charms have mov'd : Still be vain in talk and drefs, But while fhadows you purfue 5 Own that fome who boaft it lefs, May be bleft as much as you, § Love itz A Co lie & ion of Songs > &c. Love and birding are ally'd, Baits and nets alike they have j The fame arts in both are try'd, The unwary to enflave. If in each you'd happy prove, Without noife ftill watch your way j For in birding and in love, While we talk it Riqs away. The merry waves dance up and down, and play, Sport is granted to the fea. Birds are the chorifters of the empty air, Sport is never wanting there. The ground doth fmile at the fpring's flow'ry birth, Sport is granted to the earth. The fire its chearing flame on high doth rear, Sport is never wanting there. If all the elements, the earth, the fea, Air and fire fo merry be 5 Why is man's mirth fo feldom, and fo fm^ll, Who is compounded of them all > W From A ColleEilon of Songs, &c. 183 From wars and plagues come no fuch harms, As from a nymph fo full of charms $ So much fweetnefs in her face, In her motion fuch a grace, In her kind inviting eyes Such a foft enchantment lies, That we pleafe ourfelves too foon, And are with vain hopes undone ! After all her foftnefs, we Are but Slaves, while flie is free : Free, alas, from all defire, Except to fet the world on fire. Thou, fair diffembler, doft but thus Deceive thyfelf as well as us; Like ambitious monarchs, thou Woud'ft rather force mankind to bow, And venture o'er the world to roam, Than govern with content at home : But truft me, Celia, truft me when Apollo's felf infpires my pen, One hour of love's delights out-weighs Whole years of univerfal praife, And one adorer kindly us f d, Is of more life, than crowds refus'd* S 2 f 0r i $4 A Colkftion ofSongS) ig&c. For what does youth and beauty ferve \ Why more than all your fex deferve I Why fuch foft alluring arts Tq charm our eyes, and melt our hearts? By our lofs, you nothing gain $ Unlefs you love, you pleafe in vain. i N d opportunity's a friend To lovers, tho' time is a foe 5 The firft is like a miftrefs kind, If that you do not let her go $ But time, that thief, away will takje again, What t'other for thee did in hafte obtain* Then trufl not faithlefs time, my dear, With beauty, love, or happinefs $ Since time is a difcoverer, He never to be trufted is $ Time (whilft you have it then) be fare improve* And never truft a run-away with love ; Time, like all other trustees, is A cheat, tho' a fair promifer 5 Both danger then and folly 'tis To truft our love, or life (my dear) With that old cheat ; who love, or faith repays But with, our difappointments, his delays, S? Wild AColteffion o/Sb»gf % Sec. 18 $ Wild and frantick is my grief! Fury driving, Mercy ftriving, Heav'n in pity fend relief! The pangs of love* Ye powers, remove* Or dart your thunder at my head % Love and defpair What heart can bear J Eafe my foul, or ftrike me dead I a-x u i c k l y, Delia, learn my paffion, V^^ Lofe not pleafure, to be proud $ Courtfhip draws on obfervation, And the whifpers of the croud* Soon or late you'll hear a lover, Nor by time his truth can prove 3 Ages won't a heart difcover, Tru#, and fo fecure my love. w *98* s 1 Come i %6 A ColleUton of Songs^ &d Come, Celia, let's agree, at Iaft, To love, and live in quiet i. Let's tie the knot Co very faft> That time fhall ne'er untie it. Love's deareft joys they never prove, Who free from quarrels live 5 flls fure the tend r reft part of love Each other to forgive. When leaft I feem'd concern'd, I took- No pleafure, nor no reft 5 And when I feign'd an angry look, Alas! I lov'd you beffc Say but the fame to me, you'll find How bleftwill be our fate 5 Ah ! to be gitateful, to be kind^ Sure never is too late. I'M A Co Ik ft Hon of Songs, &c. i %f I*m not one of your fops, who, to pleafe a coy lafs, Can lie whining and pining, and look like an afs : Life is dull without love, and not worth the poiTedFng • But fools make a curfe,what was meant for a blefling. While his godfhip's not rude, 1*11 allow him my breaft, But, by Jove, out he goes, fhould he- once break my I can toy with a girl for an hour, to alfay (reft The flutter of youth, or the ferment of May 3 But muft beg her excufe not to bear pains oranguifh> For that's not to love, by her leave, but to languifh. Such command o'er my fate has your love, or your hate, That nothing can make me more wretched or great 3 Thus expiring I lie, to live or to die, Thus doubtful the fentence of fuch I rely : Your tongue bids me go, tho'your eyes fay not fo, But much kinder words from their language do flow. Then leave menot here,thus between hope and fear, Tho' your love cannot come, let your pity appear 3 But this my requeft, you muft grant me at leaft r And more I'll not ask, but to you leave the reft 3 If my fate I muft meet, let it be at your feet 3 Death there with more, joy, than elfewhere I wou'd (greet, A Lit- : 88 A Colletfion of Songs, Sec. A Little love may prove a pleafure, Too great a paflion is a pain 5 When we our flame by reafon meafure, Blefi: is our fate, and light our chain.. Who then wou'd long a flave remain J True hearts are like a fairy treafure,- TalkM off, but ever fought in vain. A little love may prove a pleafure, Too great a paflion is a pain. Fo it folded flocks, on fruitful plains, The fhepherd*s and the farmers gains i Fair Britain all the world outvies j And Pan, as in Arcadia reigns, Where pleafure mixt with profit lies* Though Jafm's&eece was fam'd of old, The Britijh wool is growing gold, No mines can more of wealth fupply : It keeps the peafant from the cold, And takes for kings the Tyrkn dye. Tin AColieftion of Songs, 8cc. i B9 Teu me, BeMnda, pr'ythee &o* The wantoa Celia faid, Since you'll allow no lover true^. (Inform a tender maid) Are not we women fools than to be fo > Belinda fmiling thus the fex betray 'd.. Men have their arts, and we have eycs 3 We both believe, and both tell lies 5 Tho* they a thoufand hearts purfue, We love to wound as many too, Yet ftill with virtue ! virtue ! keep a pother,, We look ! we love ! We like! we leave t We both deceive V And thus are fools to one another. AA A t A-Tp h E fair m the city X Don't underftand pity, Yet vainly pretend they are wifer than we are : But the nymph of the plain Should make much of herfwain, And think that the wifer maids are they're the freer. By a Shepherd. When we go to our Iafles To ask their good graces, They ought to receive us and each take their man j And when we meet firft, Since both know theworft, Let's agree to be happy as fall as we can. &&&§&&& jyiiyti i^iyyi jyyi m If I love a man for his money, As many have done before, Tho* to night he may call me his honey, To morrow he'll call me his whore. Then better be frank and free, And love him for loving's fake$ The fooner we women agree, The better's the bargain we make. Chufe 192, A ColleBion ofSongs^ Sec. Chufe you a dear man that is kind, That's generous, eafy, and true, And to keep him ftill in the fame mind, Bo you keep yourfelf in the fame too* If when he begins to change, You fiercely the fault reprove, He may like others out of revenge He ne'er cou'd have lik'd out -of love* To all his follies be blind, But moftly to that of roving 5 When he is mod rrofs, be you moft kind. And teach him to love you by loving. If with a hard word he is vex'd, A kifs will foon heal the fore $ But if not one kifs, then try the next, And if not the next, the next fcore. Thus foften him by^degrees, And bring him to your lure : By pleafing him, yourfelf you may pleafe. And when you've half loft hinx, fecure. Vh AColleftion of Songs^ &c. 193 I'm vex'd to think that Damon woes me, Who with fighs and tears purfues me : He dill whining and repining, Of my rigour does complain z I'd not fee him, yet I'd free him, And my fel£ my fe\f, from pain i Fll enjoy him, and fo cloy him i Love cures love, more than difdaira To Mr. Moore, Author of the Worm-Towder. Ho w much, egregious Moore, are we Deceiv'd by fhews and forms > Whate'er we think, whate'er we fee, All human race are worms. Man is a very worm by birth, Proud reptile, vile and vain, A while he crawls upon the earth, Then Ihrinks to earth again. That 1 94 A Collection ofSongs^ 5cc. That woman is a worm, we find E'er fince ourgrandame's evil 5 - She firft converft with her own -kind, That antieht worm, the devil. But whether man, or he, God knows, Fecundified her belly, With that pure fluff from whence we rofe, The genial Vermicelli. The learn'd themfelves we book-worms name 5 The blockhead is a flow worm 5 The nymph whofe tail is all on flame, Is aptly term'd a glow-worm. The fops are painted butter-flies, That flutter for a day $ lirft from a worm they took their rife, Then in a worm decay. The flatterer an ear-wig grows : Some worms fuit all conditions ; Mifers are muck-worms 3 filk-worms beaus; And death-watches phyficians. That ftatefmen have a worm is feeti By all their winding play -, Their confcience is a worm within, That gnaws them night and day. Ah! A Collection of Songs ^ &c. 195* Ah \ Moore, thy skill were well employ 'd, And greater gain wou'd rife, If thou could'ft make the courtier void The worm that never dies. O learned friend o^ Ah church-lam, Who fets our entrails free 3 Vain is thy art, thy powder vain, , Since worms fnall eat e'en thee. Thou only can'ft our fates adjourn Some few fhort years, no more : E'en Button's wits to worms fhall turn, Who maggots were before. Young Damon, a fhepherd of dangerous mien, Long courted bright Silvia, of blooming fifteens He vow'd and he fwore, fhe was all his delight 5 The joy of the day, and the dream of the night. Nor fortune, norabfence, nor time could abate That invincible pafiion, her eyes did create : Such eyes ! and fo killing ! — they pierc'd every heart But this filry rover's, who feign'd all his fmart. He flatter'd, he figrTd, and he made her believe^ His heart would not fuffer his lips to deceive* Buffoon he deny'd ev'ry vow to the maid $ Swore, he ixqw^c did love ; nor had ever betray'd. T z Young 196 AColleBion ofSongs^ 6cc. Young Cupid, enrag'd to fee Damon defpffe A nymph, who fubdued the whole plain with her eyes ; Cull'd his quiver in wrath, as the virgin complained, When Damon foon felt all the paflion he feign'd, To Silvia he fues for relief in his pain $ But, Silvia repays all his fuit with difdain. F all the fimple things we do To rub over a whimfical life, There's no one folly is fo true As that very bad bargain a wife 5 We're juft like a moufe in a trap, Or vermin caught in a ginn, We fweat and fret, and try to efcape, And curfe the fad hour we came in. J gam'dand drank and play'd the fool, And a thoufand mad frolicks more 5 I rov'd and rang'd, defpis'd all rule, But I never was married before : This was the worft plague could enfue* I'm mew'd in a fmoaky houfe 5 1 us'd to tope a bottle or two, But now 'tis fmall-beer with my fpoufc. My A Co lie B ion of Songs \ Sec. 19 7 My darling freedom crown'd my joys. And I never was vex'd in my way 3 If now I crofs her will, her voice Makes my lodging too hot for my flay s Like a fox that is hamper'd, in vain I fret out my heart and foul, Walk to and fro the length of my chain^ Then fore'd to creep into my hole. Fa r e w e i, ungrateful traytor, Farewell my perjur'd fwain % Let never injur'd creature Believe a man again, Thepleafure of pofTcfling Surpafles all expreding j But 'tis too fhort a bleffing, And love too long a pain. 'Tis eafy to deceive us. In pity of your pain 5 But when we love, you leave us To rail ar you in vain. Before we have defcry'd it, There is no blifs btfidQ it; But (he, that once has try'd it, Will never love again. T 3 The 19B ACoHeBwn ofSongs r 6a The pafllon you pretended Was only to obtain 5 But when the charm is ended, The charmer you difdain. Your love by our's we meafure, 'Till we have loft our treafure 5 But dying is a pleafure, When living is a pain* Ce l 1 a's fmiles will quite undo me, Yet her frowns I cannot bears Love in ev'ry fhape purfues me, Why was Celia made fo fair. Why ye pow'rs did ye beftow So much beauty here below* Why fo many charms on one, And yet to be pofleft by none. Herb's A Collection of ' Songs, 8cc- 199 He r e's to thee, my boy, My darling, my joy, For a toper I love as my life $ Who ne'er baulks his glafs, Nor cries like an afs, To go home to his miftrefs or wife. But heartily quaffs, Sings catches, and laughs, All the night he looks jovial and gay 5 When morning appears, Then homewards he fleers. To fnore out the reft of the day. He feels not the cares, The griefs, or the fears, That the fober too often attend $ Nor knows he a lofs, Difturbance, or crofs, Save the want of his bottle and friend. A Young; aoo AColleBion ofSongs^ &cc. A Young fhepherd his life In foft pleafure ftill leads, Tunes his voice to his reed, And makes love in the fhades. To be great, to be wife, To be rich, to be proud, To be loaded with bus'nefs, Or loft in a crowd, He ne'er feeks, or deflres s Let but Silvia be won, He is great, he is rich, And his bus'nefs is done. Whilft their nymphs are as happy, As happy as fair $ For who has mod beauty, Has of lovers moft fhare. Some will flay, fome will fly, Some be falfe, fome be true : Jor the loft we ne'er grieve, But ftill cherifh the new. J Tis vain of their frailties, Or fal (hoods to mind 'em : Mankind w T e muft take, We muft take, as we find 'em. ME THOUGHT A Collection of Songs > &c. 2 o 1 Methought I little C upid fawy Aft ride a tun above 5 And Bacchus with a nymph below, Devoutly making love* Friend, faid the laughing god, you fee, How we our pleafures join $ Not always beauty pleafes me, Nor always Bacchus wine : But while we interchange our blifs, We feel renewing charms, He withfrefh joys flies back to this, And I to Celiacs arms. &M&H Le t not love on me beftow Soft diftrefs, and tender woe y I know none but fubftantial blifles, Eager glances, folid kiffes - y I know not what the lovers feign, Of finer pleafure mix'd with pain : Then pr'ythee give me, gentle boy, None of thy grief, but all thy joy. Mortal s 20x A Gollettion of Songs > &c. Mortal s, learn your lives to meafure, Not by length of time., but pleafure 3 Now the hours invite comply 5 Whihl: you idly paufe they fly : Bled, with a nimble pace they keep, But in torment, then they creep. Mortals learn your lives to meafure, Not by length of time, but pleafure *$ Soon your fpring mud: have a fallj Loflng youth, is iofing all : Then you'll ask, but none will give, And may linger, but not live* Think not, my fair, 'tis Cm or fhame, To blefs the man who fo adores > Nor give fo hard, unjuft a name To all thofe favours he implores* Beauty is heaven's moft bounteous gift efteem'd, Becaufe by love men are from vice redeem'd» Yet A Collection ofSongs^ Sec. 203 Yet wifh not vainly for a love From all the force of nature clear j That is referv'd for thofe above, And 'tis a fault to claim it here. por fenfual joys ye fcorn that we fhou'd love ye, But love without 'em is as much above ye # Ti s now, fince I fate down before That foolifh fort, a heart, (Time ftrangely fpent !) a year and more 5 And ftill I did my part. Made my approaches, from her hand Unto her lips did rife $ And did already underftand The language of her eyes. Proceeded on with no lefs art, My tongue was engineer j I thought to undermine the heart By whifp'ring in the ear. When this did nothing, I brought down Great cannon oaths, and fhot A thoufand thoufand to the town, And Hill it yielded not. I then - 04 A Co lie 3 ion of Songs, &c. I then refolv'd to ftan&e the place, By cutting off all kifTes, Praiiing and gazing on her face, And all fuch little billies. To draw her out, and from her flrength, I drew all batt'ries in : And brought my felf to lie at length, As if no (lege had been. When I had done what man cou'd do, And thought the place mine own, The enemy lay quiet too, And fmil'd at all was done. I fent to know from whence, and where* Thefe hopes, and this relief: A fpy inform'd, Honour was there, And did command in chief. March, march (quoth 1 ;) the word ftraight give, Let's lofe no time, but leave her : That giant upon air will live, And hold it out for ever. To fuch a place our camp remove As will no fiege abide j I hate a fool, that ftarves her love A Only to feed her pride* Chomt A Colkftion of Songs, Sec. 205- Chorus of Athenian youths and vir- gins, in the tragedy of Brutus, Xouths.S~*\ Tyrant love! haft thou pofleft Vy The prudent, learn'd and virtuous breaft J Wifdom, and wit in vain reclaim, And arts but foften us to feel thy flame, Varius with blulhes owns he loves, And Brutus tenderly reproves. Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire, Which nature has impreft > Why, Nature, doft thou fooneft fire The mild and gen'rous breaft > Virgins. Love's purer flames the gods approve 5 The gods and Brutus bend to love ! Brutus for abfent Portia fighs, And fterner Cajjius melts at Junta's eyes. What is loofe love? a wand'ring fire, A tranfient fit of fond defire. But Hymen's flames like ftars unite, ' And burn for ever one ; Chafte, as cold Cynthia's virgin light, Produdiye as the fun. U Imtk* %o6 A Colk&ion of SongSy &c. Xotahs. What various joys on one attend, As fon, as father, husband, friend ? Whether his hoary fire he fpies, And finds a thoufand grateful thoughts arife, Or meets his fpoufe's fonder eye, Or views his fmiling progeny -> What tender paflions take their turns > What home-felt raptures move \ His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, With rev'rence, hope, and love. Both. Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmifes, Falfe oaths, falfe tears, deceits, difguifes, Dangers, doubts, delays, furprifes, (Fires that fcorch, yet dare not fhine) Pureft love's unwafting. treafure, Conftant faith, fair hope, long leifure, Days ofeafe, and nights of pleafure, Sacred Hymen / thefe are thine. ^L #t> Jz$* £v*R ¥ A Collection of Songs > &c. %oj Ev'r y man take a glafs in his hand. And drink a health to our king 5 Many years may he rule o'er this land, May his lawrels for everfrefh fpring- Let wrangling and jangling ftraitway ceafe, Let ev'ry man ftrive for his country's peace,, Neither tory nor whig With their parties 'ookbig, Here's a health to all honeft men. 'Tis not owning a whimfica! name That proves a man loyal and juftj Let him fight for his country's fame, Be impartial at home if in truft : 'Tis this that proves him an honeft fouI$ His health we will drink in a brim-full bowL Then leave off all debate $ No confufion create, Here's a health to all honeft men. When a company's honeftly met, With intent to be honeft and gay j Their drooping fouls for to whet And drown the fatigues of the day 5 ff 2 What %p% A ColleBion of Songs ^ Sec. What madnefs it is thus to difpute, When neither fide can his man confute : When you've faid what you dare, You're but juft where you were, Here's a health to all honeftmen. Then agree, ye true Britons, agree, And ne'er quarrel about a nick-name -, Let your enemies trembling fee, Tnat an EngUJhmar^s always the fame : Tor our king, our church, our laws, and right, Let's lay by all feuds andftrait unite} Then who need care a fig Who's a tory or whig : Here's a health to all honed men. *& & fix & & & tm *& # & m $& ® M $? & *& & $ £1 ■*.** ■%& *& *V iw "»«* a m o n, don't leave me, Tho'-I deceive thee-$ Let it not pain you, If I difdainyou j Women are won by the careleft and brave* Women are w 7 on by the carelefsand brave, Whim: I reprove thee, Damon, i love thee j When I deny thee, 'Tis but to try thee 5 He ne'er can conquer who will be a flavC, He ne'er can conquer who will be a fiave. I fmile A Qollefltion ofSongs^ 8cc. xo$> I Smile at Love, and all his arts, The charming Cynthia cries : Take heed, for Love has fatal darts, A wounded fwain replies. Once free and bleft, as you are now, I dally'd with his charms 5 I fported with his little bow, And pointed at his arms $ 'Till urg'd too far, revenge he cries 3 A fatal fhaft he drew, It took its paffage through your eyes., And to my heart it fleWo To tare it thence I ftrove in vain, Por I too quickly found, 'Twas only to increafe the pain, And to enlarge the wound, p 1 Bakise 2.10 A Common of Songs, &c: Ba n I s H, my Lydia, ihefe fad thoughts> Why fits thou mufing fo 5 To hear the ugly rail at faults, They wou'd, but cannot, do : Tor let the guilt be what it will, So fmall account they bear 5 That none yet thought it worth their while, On fuch to be fevere. With far more reafon thou may 'ft pine Thy felf for being fair 5 lor had'fl thou but lefs glorious beery Thou of no faults wou'dft hear s So the great light that mines from faiy. Has had its fpots fet down 5 While many a little ufelefsftar, Has not been tax'd with one. As AColkttionof Songs % Sec. zit A si faw fair Clora walk alone, ^~ x The feather'd fnow came foftly down. As jfaw defcending from his tow'r To court her in a filver fliow'r i The wanton fnow flew to her breaft, As little birds into their neft 5 But being o'ercome with whitenefs there, Tor grief diflolv'd into a tear 5 Thence falling on her garment's hern, To deck her, froze into a gem. Charming is your fhape and air, And your face as morning fair ! Coral lip, and neck of fnow 3 Cheeks as opening x'ofes blow ! When you fpeak, or fmile, or move, All is rapture, all is love. But thofe eyes, alas, I hate! Eyes, that heedlefs of my fate, Shine with undifcerning rays 5 On the foplin idly gaze, Watch the glances of the vain $ Meeting mine with cold difdain ! !Tie %iz A Colleffion of Songs, 5cc Vpt is not your beauty can engage X My wary heart : The fun, in all his pride and rage* Has not that art* And yet he mines as bright as you, If brightnefs cou'd our fouls fubdue. 'Tis not the pretty things you fay, Nor thofe you write, Which can make Thirfis' heart your prey $ For that delight, The graces of a well taught mind, In fome of our own fexwe find. No, Flavia, 'tis your love I fear 5 Love's fur eft darts, Thofe which fo feldom fail him, are Headed with hearts 5 Their very lhadows make us yie!d> DiiTemble well, and win the field. @© N© A ColleBion of Songs, 8cc. zi 3 No, no,poor fufPring heart,no change endeavour, Choofeto fuftainthe fmart,rather than leave herj. My ravifh'd eyes behold fuch charms about her,. I can die with her, but not live without her. One tender figh of hcr's to fee me languifh, Will more than pay the price of my pari: anguiuYr Beware, O cruel fair, how you fmile on me, "Twas a kind look of your's that has undone me. Love has in flore for me one happy minute,, And fhe will end my pain who did begin it - 9 Then no day void of blifs, of pleafure leaving % Ages mall Aide away without perceiving: Cupid mail guard the door, the more to pleafe us 2 And keep out time and death, when they wou'd feize Time and death fhall depart, and fay in flying, (us : Love has found out a way to live by dying. Come 2 1 4 A Co lie ft ion of Songs ; &c. C 'ome, fair one, be kind, ' You never fhall find A fellow fo fit for a lover $ The world fhall view My paflion for you, But never your paffion difcover, I ftill wiH complain Of frowns and difdain, Tho' I revel through all your charms 5 The world fhall declare, I die with defpau' When only I die in your arms* I ftill will adore j Love you more and more j But, by Jove, if you chance to prove cruel, I'll get me a mifs That freely will kifs, Tho* after I drink water-gruel fai A Collection of Songs > Sec. 215- Wh y fhou'd a heart fo tender break > O Myra ! give its anguilh eafe : The ufe of beauty you miftake, Not meant to vex, but pleafe. Thofe lips for fmiling were defign'd, That bpfom to be preft, Your eyes to languifh and look kind, For am'rous arms youi* wafte. Each thing has its appointed right EftabliftYd by the pow'rs above $ The fun and ftars give warmth and light, The fair diftribute love. Jkj M: Jfo eto Jto«^j|>Jb Mbttt ^tmtttsM* Sfoi OF all the torments, all the cares, With which our lives are curft $ Of all the plagues a lover bears, Sure rivals are the worft! By partners of another kind, Afflictions eafler grow 5 In love alone we hate to find Companions of our woe* Silvia, 2 1 6 A Co lie {$ fan of Songs r 8cc. Silvia, for all the pangs you fee, Are lab 'ring in my breaft 5 I beg not you wou'd favour me, Wou'd you but flight the reft ! How great foe'er your rigours are, With them alone lil cope 5 I can endure my own defpair, But not another's hope. j- e t fome great joys pretend to find JL, In empty whimfies of the mind 5 But nothing to the foul can come 'Till th'ufhering fenfes make it room : Nor can the mind be e'er at eafe, Unlefs you firft the body pleafe. Life is, what e'er vain man may doubt, But taking in and putting out. Since life's but a fpan, Live as much as "you can, Let none of it pafs without pleafure$ But pufhon your ftrength : Of what life wants in length, In the breadth you muft make up the meafure. All ACollettion of SongSj Sec. n? All folid pleafures fops lay by, And feek they know not what nor why s Imperfeft images they 'njoy, Which fancy makes and can deftroy, Wh'in immaterial things delight, Dream in the day as well as night s In that how can they pleafure take, Of which no image thought can make J Since life's but, ®>c* In vain no moment then be /pent, Fill up the little life that's lent 5 Teafts, mufick, wine, the day pofTefs 3 The night, love, youth, and beauty blef& The fenfes now in parcels treat, Then altogether by the great : No empty fpace in life be found, But one continued joy go round. Since life's, tare. X Yos ai 8 AQollettion ofSongs>&c. Yo u fay you love ! repeat again, Repeat th' amazing found 5 Repeat the eafe of all my pain, The cure of ev'ry wound. What you to thoufands have deny'd, To me you freely give 5 Whilft I in humble filence dy'd Your mercy bid me live. So on cold Latrnos top each night Endymion fighing lay, Gaz'd on the moon's tranfcendent light., Defpair'd, and durft not pray. But divine Cynthia faw his grle& Th 8 effecl: of conquering charms 5 Unask'd., the goddefs brings relief, And falls into his arms. fiii A Collection of Songs ^ &c. 219 She* HjH ell me, Thirfis, tell your anguiih, X Why you figh, and why you languifh When the nymph whom you adore,, Grants the blefling Of pofleffing, What can love and I do more 5 Me. Think it's love beyond all meafure Makes me faint away with pleafure 5 Strength of cordial may deftroy. And the bleffing Of po /Telling, Kills me with excefs of joy. She. Thirfis> how can I believe you \ But confefs, and I'll forgive you™ Men are falfe, and fo are you ; Never nature Fram'd a creature, To enjoy„ and yet be true. He. Mine's a flame beyond expiring, Sill poffeffing, ftill defiring, lit for love's imperial crown 5 Ever mining, And refining, Still the more 'tis melted down*; X % Sabina a 2 o AColleffiion of Songs > &c. Sa b i n a with an angel's face^ By love ordain'd for joy, Seems of the Syren's cruel race, To charm, and then deftroy. With all the arts of look and drefs, She fans the fatal fire ; ^Through pride, miftaken oft for grace, She bids the (wain expire. The god of love, enrag'd to fee The nymph d^fy his flame, Pronounc'd this mercilefs decree Againft the haughty dame 5 Let age with double fpeed overtake her, 1 Let love the room of pride fupply j And when the lovers all forfake her,, A fpotlefs virgin let her die* S T R I P T A Collection of Songs, &c. axi ST r i p t of their greens our groves appear. Our vales lie buried deep in fnow, The blowing north controuls the air, A nipping cold chills all below : The froft has glaz'd our deepeft ftreams, Phoehus withdraws his kindly beams,, Yet winter bleft be thy return, Thou'ft brought the fwain for whom I mourn 5 And in thy ice with pleafing flames we burn, Too foon the fun's reviving heat Will thaw that ice and melt that fnow, Trumpets will found, and drums will beatj, And tell me the dear youth muft go j Then muft my weak unwilling arms Refign him up to ftronger charms % What fweets, what flowers, what beauteous things Now Damon's gone, can eafeor pleafure bring *J Winter brings Damon* winter is my fpring. Sm9 X 3 ©GRIND A Z2Z AColleBton ofSongs^Bcc. Do ft i n d a has fuch powerful arts, Such an attractive air, None can refift her conquering darts, $ut gladly yield their captive hearts To fo divine a fair. Thus the myfterions loadftone's pow'r Each wandring atome draws $ Prom pole to pole they take their coiuTe^ Confin'd by an intrinfick force, And circle in its lav/s. Magnetick pow'rs her charms attend 5 But then here lies the riddle, The loadflone does its force extend j And flrongeft draws at either end,, Borlnda in the middle. Co m E, Pyrrha, tell what lover now Is moil in your good graces > On what lac'd coat, or fcented beau, In publick you your fmiles beilow^, And more in private places. What A Collection of Songs ^ 8tc. xx 3 What eafy heart do you invade By all this nice adorning ? For what vain fop is now difplay'd The Mechlin lace and rich brocade ? At toilet fpent the morning \ Ah, how he'll rage, when midft this calm Tempeftuous clouds fhall gather, When he beholds the low'ring ftorm, That faithlefs brow of thine deform, Untry'd in boirVrous weather ! Whom now thy look ferene beguiles, Ah poor, unthinking creature ! Who credulous, enjoys thy fmiles, And never dreaming of thy wiles, Now thinks thee all good-nature. He feels thy charms in wretched hour, That's to thy ways a ftranger : As for my part, my turn is o'er, Iv'e fcap'd the deep, and fafe from fhore Look on another's danger. When firft I faw thee graceful move, Ah me, what meant my throbbing breaft. Say, foft confufion, art thou love? If loye thou art, then farewell reft ! Since 2^4 AQollettion ofSongs^ 8cc. Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair. Though hopelefs of a warm return : Yet kill me not with cold defpair 5 But let me live, and let me burn. With gentle fmiles aflwage the pain, Thofe gentle fmiles did firft create $- And though you cannot love again, In pity, oh, forbear to hate. Foolish fwain, thy fighs forbare, Nothing can her paffion move $ Celia with a carelefs air, Laughs to hear the tales of of love $ Darts and flames the nymph defies, Toys which other hearts beguile 5 Pleafure fparkles in her eyes, Gay without an am'rous fmile. Celia like the feather'd choir, Ever on the wing for flight 5 * Hops from this to that deflre, plutt'ring ftill in new delight $ Pleas'd me feems when you are by, And when abfent fhe's the fame 5 Talks of love like you or I> But belieycs't an empty name. ©H A Collection of Songs ^ &c, z%$ Oh conceal that charming creature Frommywond'ring, wifhing eyes I Every motion, every feature Does fome ravifh'd heart furprize 5 But oh, I fighing, fighing, fee The happy fwain ! fhe ne'er can be lalfe to him, or kind to me. Yet, if I could humbly mow her, Ah ! how wretched I remain 5 *Tis not, fure, a thing below her, Still to pity fo much pain $ The gods fome pleafure, pleafure take* Happy as themfelves to make Thofe who fuffer for thair fake. Since your hand alone was giv'n To a wretch not worth your care 5 Like fome angel fent from heav'n, Come and raife me from defpair : Your heart I cannot, cannot mifs, And I defire no other blifs j Let all the world befldes be his. Ap oll o iz6 AColleftion of Songs, 8cc, Apollo once finding fair Daphne alone, Difcover'd his flame in a paflionate tone 5 He told her, and bound it with many a curfe, He was ready to take her for better, for worfe^ Then he talk'd of his fmart, And the hole in his heart, Solarge,one might drive thro' the paffage a cart* But the filly coy maid, to the god's great amazement Sprung away from his arms, and leapt thro' the (cafeinent He following, cry'd out, my life and my dear, Return to your lover, and lay by your fear. Y ou think me perhaps fome fcoundrel, or whorefoo, Alas, I've no wicked defignson your pedon* I'm a god by my trade, Young, plump, and well made, Then let me carefs thee, and be not afraid. But ftill fhe kept running, and flew like the wind, While the poor purfy god came panting behind, I'm the chief of phyficians, and none of the college Muft be mention'd with me for experience and know- ledge : Each herb, flower and plant by its name I can call, And do more than the belt XeYenth fon of 'em all With , A Collection ofSongs y &c. %%y With my powders and pills, 1 cure all the ills That fweep off fuch numbers each week in the bills. But ftill fhe kept running, and flew like the wind, While the poor purfy god came panting behind, Befides I'm a poet, child, into the bargain, And top all the writers of fam'd Govern Garden^ I'm the prop of the ftage, and the pattern of wit, I fet my own ibnnets, and fingto my kit. I'm at Will's all the day, And each night at the play » And verfes I make faft as hops, as they fay, (fpeed ' When fhe heard him talk thus, fhe redoubled her And flew like a whore from a cohftable freed. Now had our wife lover (but lovers are blind) In the language of Lombard-ftreet told her his mind ' Look, lady, what here is, 'tis plenty of money, Odsbobsl muft fwinge thee, my joy and my honey; I fit next the chair, And fhall fhortly be maior, Neither Clayton nor Duncomb, with me can compare : Tho' as wrinkled as Priam, deform 'd as the devil The god had fucceeded, the nymph had been civil. m You az8 AColkffionof Songs 9 &c. CeliA Singing* Yo v that think love can convey, No other way But through the eyes, into the heart, His fatal dart, Clofe up thofe cafements, and but hear This Syren fing And on the wing Of her fweet voice, it fhall appear That love can enter at the ear t Then unveil your eyes, behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells, and as we know. When the cocks crow* We freely may Gaze on the day s So may you, when the mufick's done, Awake and fee the rifing fun : Hasts A Colk&lon of Songs <> <3ce. iijf Ha s r e, fliepherds, hafle, and come away, This joyful fun gave Cloe birth 3 Cloe, the goddefs of the .M^y, Leave all your flocks and hafte to mirth J Come., pipe and dance, and try each rural play. And join in chorus with my am'rous lay. Ye ftars that fhin'd this gladfome morn, Still fhed your influential rays $ My Che's birth-day flill adorn, Blefs her with happy, happy days. And you, bright fun, put on your brighter!: hue.,; To view my Cloe, brighter far than you. Ah ! Cloe, wou'd I now cou'd be As eafy under thofe foft charms, As when your new born beauties lay All guiltlefs in your nurfe's arms. Alas ! I then forefaw the diftant day. But little thought 'twou'd take my peace away ! Mature in beauty when you grew, Love wholly then pofiefl: my heart $ And when Love's goddefs finifh'd you, Cupid the deeper fix'd his dart. Ye powers who form'd my Cloe with fuch care,' Oh I make her kind, as ye haye. made her fair* And %30 A Collettion of Songs > See. And you, my Cloe, pity mow, Serenely look thofe conquering eyes 3 Pity the pain I undergo, And with a fmile your fwain furprize. When Cloe fmiles, her charms refiftlefs are, And Cloe kind, is Cloe doubly fair. Cloe, cou'd I your favour move, Proudly I'd triumph in your chain 5 Nor fhou'd you e'er repent your love, By Strephon ferv'd, your faithful fwain* Strephon, who will with all you wifh comply, Nor wou'd refufe, fhou'd you command, to die. Sing all ye fhepherds, greet the day, Which gave my lovely Cloe birth } Cloe, the goddefs of the May : Leave all your flocks, and hafte to mirth. Come, pipe and dance, and try each rural play, And join in chprus with my anVrous lay. How A Collection of Songs K &c. 2 3 r Ho w pleafant is mutual love, that is true > Hhtn^Ph'illis, let us our affections unite 5 For the more you love me, the more I love you, The more we contribute to each other's delight : For they, that enjoy without loving firft, Still eat without ftomach, and drink without thirft. Such is the poor fool who loves upon duty, Becaufe a canonical coxcomb has made him 5 And ne'er taftes the fweets of love and of beauty 5 But drudges becaufe a dull prieft has bctray'd him • But who in enjoyment from love take their meafure, Are wrapt with delight, and ftill ravifh'd with pleafure. Each~night he's a bridegroom, and flie is a bride : When their minds and their bodies ihall both Co (agreej That neither fhall pleafure from the other divide, But both at one inftant fhall fatisfy'd be. Let fools for convenience be drawn to their love 5 But this is the way real pleafure to prove. Y Z P.UTORA f i py& A Collection of Songs ^ Sec. Pastoka'5 beauties when unblown, E'er yet the tender bud did cleave, To my more early love were known, Their fatal pow'r I did perceive : How often in the dead of night, When all the world lay hufri'd in fleep^ Have I thought this my chief delight, To iigh for you, for you to weep. Upon my heart, whofe leaf of white No letter yet did ever flam. Fate (whom none can controul) did write,, The fair Pafiora here muft reign : Her eyes, thofe darling funs, fhall prove Thy love to be of noble race 5 L Which took its flight fo far above All humane things on her to gaze. How can you then a love defpife, A love that was infus'd by you $ You gave breath to its infant fighs, And all its griefs that did enfue : The pow'r you have to wound I feel, How long fhall I of that complain 5 Now mew the pow'r you have to heal, And take away the tort'ring pain. f H! RE* A Collection ofSongs^ &c. 23 3 Wherever I am, and whatever I do, My Phillis is ft ill in my mind 5. When angry I mean not to Phillis to go^ My feet of themfelves the way find : Unknown to my felf I am juft at her door, And when I woiTd rail, I can bring out no more, Than Phillis, too fair and unkind ! When Phillis I fee, my heart burns in my breaft, And the love I wou'd ftifle is mown : But afleep, or awake, I am never at reft, When from mine eyes Phillis is gone*. Sometimes a fweet dream doth delude my fad mind .$ But alas! when I wake, and no Phillis I find, Then I figh to my felf all alone. ShouM a king be my rival in her I adore, He fhou'd offer his treafure in vain : let me alone to be happy and poor, And give me my Phillis again : - Let Phillis be mine, and but ever be kind, 1 cou'd to a defert with her be confin'd^ And anvy no monarch his reign, T* Alas ! i 3 4 -^ CoUe&ioti of Songs^ die. Alas ! I difcover too much of my love j And me too well knows her own pow'r : She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove, And makes me grow jealous each hour. But let her each minute torment my poor mind, 1 had rather love Phillis, both falfe and unkind, Than ever be freed from her pow'r. •hue I liften to thy voice, Chlorhy I feel my life decay, That powerful noife Calls my fleeting foul away. Oh ! fupprefs that magick found 9 Which deftroys without a wound. Peace, Chlcris, peace., or finging die That together you and I To heav'n may go s For ail we know Of what the blefTed do above, 1^ that they fing, and that they love. mm hat: AOlleBion of Songs, &c. z^ Grave fops my envy now begets Who did my pity move 5 They by the right of wanting wit, Are free from cares of love. Turks honour fools, becaufe they are Ey that defect fecare From flavery and toil of war, Which all the reft endure. So I, who fufFer cold neglect And wounds from Celiacs eyes, Begin extremely to refpect Thefe fools that feem fo wife. Tis true, they fondly fet their hearts On things of no delight; To pafs all day for men of parts, They pafs alone the night : But Celia never breaks their reft 5. Such fervants fbe difdains 5 And fo the fops are dully bleft, While I endure her chains. Loyi %$6 A Collection of Songs, 6cc. Lo ye, thou art beft of human joys, Our chiefeft happinefs below 5 All other pleafures are but toys, Muflck without thee is but noife, And beauty but an empty ihow. Heaven, who knew beft what man wou'd more., And raife his thoughts above the brute j Said, let him be, and let him love 5 That muft alone his foul improve, Howe'er philofophers difpute. My days have been fo wond'rous free,, The little birds that fly With carelefs eafe from tree to tree., Were but as blefs'd as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear Of mine encreas'd their ftream \ Or ask the flying gales, if e'er I lent a fi°h to them. But now my former days retire, And I'm by beauty caught 5 The tender chains of fweet deflre Are fix'd upon my thought. An A Collection of Songs, &c. % \j An eager hope within my bread Does ev'ry doubt controul, And charming Nancy {lands confeft The fa v 'rite of my foul. Ye nightingales, ye twitting pines, Ye (wains that haunt the grove., Ye gentle ecchoes, breezy winds, Ye clofe retreats of love - 7 With all of nature, all of art, Affift the dear defign; O teach a young unpraftis'd heart To make her ever mine. The very thought of change I hate,, As much as of defpair; And hardly covet to be great, Unlefs it be for her. *Tis true,, the paflion in my mind Is mix'd with foft diftrefs 5 Yet while the fair I love is kind, I cannot wifli it lefs. It a 3 8 A Collection of Songs, &c. It is a punifhment to love, And not to love, a punifhment does prove; But of all pains there's no fuch pain As 'tis to love, and not be lov'd again. 'Till fixteen, parents we obey ; After fixteen, men ftea! our hearts away $ How wretched are we women grown, Whofe wills, whofe minds, whofe hearts are ne'er our own. Thirfis, yv E L i a, how long muft I defpair, jlJ And tax you with difdain \ Still to my tender love fevere, Untouched when I complain* Delia, When men of equal merit love us, And do with equal ardour fue$ Thirfis, you know but one muft move us 5 Can I be your's and Strephm's too ? My ravifh'd eyes view both with pleafure, Impartial to your high defert; To both alike efteem I mcafure, To one alone can give my heart. Thitjn A Collection of Songs, Sec. % 3 9 Thirfis. Myfterious guide of inclination, Tell me, tyrant, why am I With equal merit, equal paffion, Thus the vi&im doom'd to die \ Delia* On fate alone depends fuccefs, And fancy reafon over-rules ; Or why fhou'd virtue ever mifs Reward, fo often giv'n to fools. 'Tis not the handfome, nor the witty, But who alone is born to pleafe : Love does predeftinate our pity $ We-duife but whom he firft decrees. Ci a r a, charming without art, The wonder of the plain, Wounded by love's refiftlefs dirt, Had over fondly giv'n her heart To a regardlefs fwain : Who, tho' he well knew Her paffion was true, Her truth and her beauty difdain'd 5 While thus the fair maid, By her folly betray'd, To the reft ol the virgin? ecmplain'd. Takfe %40 AColleBion of Songs % 8cc, Take heed of man, and while you may, Slum love's alluring fhare$ The joy itpromifes to day, Does e'er the morrow fly away 5 And all the reft: is care. But if you love firfl: You're certainly curfl j Defpair will infult in your bread t The nature of men Is, to flight who love them, And love thofe that flight them the beft. Yet ht the conqu -ror know my mind, Ingrateful Celadon, That he will never, never find One half To true, or half fo kind, When I am dead and gone ! But as fhe thus fpoke Her tender heart broke : Peath fpares not the fair nor the young • So fwans when they die Make their own elegy, And breath out their lives in a fong. A s A QolleBion of * Songs y &c. 141 As the fnow in vallies lying, Phoebus his warm beams applying > Soon diflblves and runs away j So the beauties, fo the graces, Of the moil bewitching faces, At approaching, age decay. As a tyrant, when degraded, Is defpis'd, and is upbraided, By the flaves he once controul'd j So the nymph, if none cou'd move her, Is contemn'd by ev'ry lover, When her charms are growing old. Melancholick looks, and whining, Grieving, quarrelling, and pining, Are th'efFects your rigours move \ SoftcarefFes, am'rous glances, Melting fighs, tranfpovting trances, Are the blefs'd efFecls of love. Fair ones! while your beauty's blooming, Ufe your time, left age refuming What your youth profufely lends; You are robb'd of all your glories, And condemned to tell old {lories, To your unbelieving friends. W h r 24X A ColleStion of Songs, &c. WH y, Phillisj with a prudifh air, D'you fpoil love's converfation, While hate of kiffing you declare, And fay 'tis out of fafhion ? When your fex children can produce, Yet be oblig'd to no man, Then kiffing fhall be out of ufe. And we not court a woman. Bright Cytherea then muft die, Love ceafe his trade of killing, The facred dove mall lonely fly, And leave off am'rous billing. Then Ovid fhall no more be read, (Or read fhall not be moving) But vex'd to hear among the dead, We flight his Art of Loving. B OA ST A Collection of Songs > Sec. 2 4 f Boast not, miftaken Twain, thy art To pleafe my partial eyes $ The charms that have fubdu'd my heart, Another may defpife. Thy face is to my humour made, Another it may fright : Perhaps, by fome fond whim betray 'd, In oddnefs I delight. Vain youth, to your confufion knowj, *Tis to my love's qxccCs You all your fancied beauties owe, Which fade as that grows lefs» For your own fake, if not for mine, You iliou'd preferve my fire : Since you, my Twain, no more will fhine, When I no more admire. By me, indeed, you are allow'd The wonder of your kind : But be not of my judgment proucf, Whom love has render'd blind; Z a T*rs ^44 ^ Co lie B ion of Songs, 8cc. TH E cruel Cella loves and burns In flames fhe cannot hide $ Make her, dear Thirfis, cold returns^ Treat her with fcorn and pride. You know the captives fhe has made, The torment of her chain* Let her, let her be once betrayed, Or rack her with difdain I See tears flow from her piercing eye^ She bends her knee divine 5 Her tears for Damon's fake defpife % Let her kneel ftill for mine. f urfue thy conqueft, charming youths Her haughty beauty vex, Till trembling virgins learn this truth % Men can revenge their fex. i-fesJ FlOM A Collection ofSongs, &c. 245 From White's and Will's To purging rills The love-flck Strephon flies ^ There full of woe, His numbers flow, And all in rhime he dies. The fair coquet*, With feign'd regret, Invites,him back to town $ But when in tears, The youth appears, She meets him with a frown, Full oft the maid This prank had play'd, 'Till angry Strephon fwore % And, what is ftrange, Tho' loath to change, Would never fee her more. Whs a-. i^& A ColkMon of Smgs, Sec. Wh £ n I held out againft your eyes, You took the fureft courfe, A heart unwary to furprize, Yon ne'er could take by force. However, tho* I ftrive no more, The fort will now be priz'd 3 Which,, if furrender'd up before, Perhaps had been defpis'd. But gentle Amoretta» tho 9 I cannot love refift 5 Think not, when you have caught me fa*. To u(e me as you lift. Jnconftancy, or coldnefs, will My foolifh heart reclaim, Then I come off with honour ftili, But you, alas, with ihame. A heart, by kindnefs only gained, Will a dear conqueft prove 5 &nd, to be kept, muft be maintain^, At vaft expence of love. ft Tb0 A Cotteftion of Songs^ &c. 247 The Rover fixed. Chl o e ! your fovereign charms I owa? I feel the fatal fmart : The glory you can boaft, alone To fix my wand'ring heart. Your beauteous fex, with various grace 5 My paffions oft have mov'd, And now a fhape, and then a face, As fancy led, I lov'd. So does the vagrant bee explore Each fweet, that nature yields 5 Lightly fhe skims from flow'r to flow'iv And ranges all the fields* But you have found the cruel art,. To cure my roving mind 5 Each female beauty you impart, Your fex in one combined, My eyes difclofe my fecretpain, My conftant fighs difcover, Tho* in deep filence I remain, That I am Chiefs lover, Irkfome %4% A Collection of Songs ^ he. Irkfome I pafs the hours away, When banifh'd from your fight 5 I languifh all the live-long day, And all the wakeful night. Tell me, ye learn'd, who fludy much The nature of mankind, Why, if I think, or look, or touch, If fhe be coy or kind. I feel my bofom ftrangely move, Quick throbbings feize my breaft 5 All that I know is that 1 love, Bo you explain the reft* 96MMM9MMMM689 Va r 1 E t y I love, 9 ti$ true, But for your dear, dear fake alone s Variety I find in you* Who have all woman's charms in one. Your humour varies like your look, j Which you fo daily change to me 5 That if with change I were not took, I cou'd not conftant to you be. Blnme me not for inconftancy, Which more my faith does to thee prove, Did I not love variety, Thee, fickle dear ! how fhouM I love J To A Co lie ft ion of Songs \ 8cc. 249 To pleafemen more, you change your drefs, Why fhou'd you HkewiTe not your mind 5 Since you wou'd but pleafe lovers lefs, If you, the fame (till, fhcu'd they find. I need not change, fince you do fo $ Both your looks, your talk, and your mind i That all varieties in you 1 have, of changing woman-kind, Wh y, lovely charmer, tell me why, So very kind, and yet fo fhy 2 Why does that cold forbidding air, Give damps of forrow and defpair ? Or why that fmile my foul fubdue, And kindle up my flames anew £ In vain you drive with all your art^ By turns to freeze and fire my heart : When I behold a face fofair, So fweet a look, fo foft an air, My ravifh'd foul is charm'd all o'er> I cannot love thee lefs-nor more. On i$o A Qolledtion of Songs > &c. On a Lady throwing Sno w-B alls. To the bleak winds, on barren fands, While Delia dares her charms expofe, To miffive globes with glowing hands She forms the foft-defcending fnows. The lovely maid, from ev'ry part Colle&ing, moulds with niceft care The flakes, lefs frozen than her heart, Lefs than her downy bofom. fair. On my poor breaft her arms me tries, Levell'd at me, like darted flame From Jove's red hand, the pellet flies | As fwift its courfe, as fureits aim 1 Cold, as I thought, the fleecy rain, Unfhock'dl'ftood, nor fear'd a fmarts While latent fires, with pointed pain, Shot thro' my veins, and pierc'd my heart. Or with her eyes (lie warms the fnow, (What coldnefs can their beams withftand \ Or elfe, (who would not kindle fo \) It caught tlV infection from rjer hand. So A Collection of Songs y &c. 25-1 So glowing feeds to flints confin'd The fun's enliv'ning heat conveys 5 Thus iron, to the load-ftone join'd, Ufurps its powV, and wins its praife. So ftrongly influent burn her charms, While heavVs own light can fcarce appear $ Whilewinter's rage his rays difarms, And blafts the beauties of the year, To ev'ry hope of fafety loft, In vain we fly the lovely foej Since flames invade, difguis'd in froft, And Cupid tips his fhafts with fhow. TH e precious hours of flying youth, Marcella, wafte no more, Fed with vain hopes of love and truth, Which faithlefs Thyrjis fwore. When from thy arms the fwain is fled, And views thee with difdain 5 Twill be too late, miftaken maid, Of falfhood to complain, Can'ft thou the cautious fool approve, Who could defer his blifs } Can he have felt the power of love, Who haftes not to poflefs J Love i$i A Co He ii ion of Songs y &c. Love fcorns the thinking Tots, and hates Their gravity and reafon$ Is always ready, and ne'er waits Conveniency and feafon. Ply from this lazy lover, -fly, Who lengthens out the chafe ; Whofe pleafures in purfuing lye, And fears too nigh to prefs. Marcella, vindicate with cafe The empire of your eyes, The world will think you not fo fair, If Tbyr/ls is fo wife. Co r i n n a, 'tis you that I love, And love with a paflion fo great ; That death a lefs torment wou'd prove, Than either your frown or your hate : So foft and prevailing vour charms, In vain I fhou'd ftrive to retreat y Oh ! then let me live in your arms, Or die in defpaix at yaur feet. In AColle&ion of Songs, Sec. %S3 In vain I may pray to love's powers. To eafe me and pity my pain $ Since the heart that I fue for is yours, Who all other powers difdain : Like a goddefs you abfolute reign, You alone 'tis can fave or can kill* To whom elfe then fhou'd I complain, Since my fate muft depend on your will.- Ca n then a look create a thought, Which time can ne'er remove 5 Yes, foolidi heart, again thou'rt caught, Again thou bleed'ft for love. She fees the conqueft of her eyes, Nor heals the wounds fhe gave $ She fmiles whene'er his blufhesrife, And fighing fhuns her flave. Thenfwain be bold, and ftrll adore her, Still her flying charms purfue $ Love and friend Chip both implore her, Pleading night and day for you. Ai Aeon* z$4 AColleBion of Songs, Sec. AconfliB between love and reafon. Le s e i aV fmiles fhall ne'er deceive me, And her frowns no more fhall grieve me $ Tyrant love muft ceafe to reign, Reafon now returnsagain. Both love's joys and pains annoy us 5 Thefe enervate, thofe deftroy us 5 " From the fnare myfelf I'll free, And enjoy my liberty. How 'twill raife the fair one's wonder I mould break her chains afunder ! How 'twill mortify her pride By her (lave to be defy'd ! Yetmethinks I cou'd not view her, Without mewing pity to her 5 I relent— • I cannot bear To forfake the lovely fair. Reafon feems a tyrant cruel, With a child that's blind to duel 5 Cruel reafon I difown, Gentle love I refume thy throne. »Txs A ColleBton of$ongs,&cc. 257 Vr-« 1 s ftrange, this heart within my breaft, JL Reafon oppofing, and her pow'rs, Cannot one gentle moment reft,* Unlefs it knows what's done in yours; In vain I ask it of your eyes, Which fubt'ly weuM my fears controul, Por art has taught them to difguife, Which nature made t'explain the foul. In vain that found your voice affords Platters fometimes my eafy mind? But of too vaft extent are word s> In them the jewel truth to find. Then let my fond enquiries ceafe, And fo let all my troubles end : Por, fure, that heart (hall ne'er know peace* Which on another's does depend. A a 2, How a 56 A Collection of Songs, §cc. Ho w long will Cynthia own no flame, And my warm fuit difprove } Our ages mutually proclaim, *Tis now the time to love. Ah [ think how fwift each minute flies, How years will form confume: No lover, when you wither, diQs $ Wq ficken, when you bloom. Minerva, rough, and bred in war, The nuptial joys declined : But had me been, like Venus, fair, She'd been, like Venus, kind. Jn vain you force fevere replies, And willing nature wrong : k While Cupids languifh in your eyes, Who can believe your tongue I Half to forbid, and half comply, Nor damps, nor blows defire : In looks, as well as words deny, Or put out fire with fire. Belinda, A Colle&ion ofSongs^ &c, 257 Be l i n d a, fee from yonder flowers The bee flies loaded to its cell j Can you perceive what it devours > Are they impair'd in fhew or fmell \ So, tbo' I robb'd you of a kifs, Sweeter than their ambrofial dew $ Why are you angry at my blifs* Has it at all impoverifh'd you i 'Tis by this cunning I contrive, In fpight of your unkind referve, To keep my famifh'd love alive, Which you inhumanly wou'd ftarve* SE E, from the filent grove Alexis flies, And feeks, with ev'ry pleafing art, To eafe the pain, which lovely eyes Created in his heart. To mining theatres he now repairs, To learn Camilla's moving airs j Where thus, to mufick's pow'r, the fwain addrefs'd (his pray'rs. A a $ Charming 258 AColte&ion of$ongs,8cc+ Charming founds, thatfweetly languifh $ Mitfick, oh compofe my anguifh I Ev*ry paffion yields to thee : , Phoebus, quickly then releive me $ Cupid fhall no more deceive me 5 Til to fprightlierjoys be free. .Apollo heard the foolifh fwain; He knew when Daphne once he lov'd* How weak, t'affwage an anTrous pain, His own harmonious art had prov'd, And all his healing herbs how vain. Then thus he ftrikes the fpeaking ftrings, Preluding to his voice, and fings. Sounds, tko* charming, can't releive thee \ Do not,fhepherd, then deceive thee, Mufick is the voice of love. If the tender maid believe thee, Soft relenting, Kind confenting, Will alone thy pain remove The A Co lie ft ion of Songs ^ &c ♦ 25-9 TH E brighteft goddefs of the sky How did me panting, fighing lie^ And languifhing defire to die \ For the triumphant god of war Amidfl: his trophies did appear* As charming rough as me was fair* Their loves were blefr, they had a fon* The little Cupid, who has (hewn More conquefls than l)is fire e'er won. He grew the mightieft god above, By which we him a rebel prove To heav'n, that dares be fo to love . How foft the delights, and how charming the joy, Where love and enjoyment each other fupport I Let the cynical fool call pleafure a toy, Who ne'er fame in the camp had, nor love in the court, O fo kindly the combats each other fucceed, Where v tis triumph to die, and a pleafure to bleed* Hi r % t6o AColleBion ofSongs^ dec. Here end my chains, and thraldom ceafe* If not in joy, I'll live in peace; Since for the pleafures of an hour We muft endure an age of pain, 1*11 be this abjeel: thing no more 5 Love, give me back my heart again. Defpair tormented firft my breaft, Now falfhood, a more cruel gueft, O ! for the peace of human-kind, Make women longer true, or fooner kind 1 With juftice or with mercy reign, O love ! or give me back my heart again. &2fei££tai^2feiA32fli*£ ® §&$H&$§|8 I^ehold where weeping Venus ftandsl ±j What more than mortal grief can move The bright, th' immortal queen of love ? She beats her breaft, fhe wrings her hands^ And hark, fhe mourns, but mourns in vain„ Her beauteous, )o\*d Adonis flain: The hills and woods her lofs deplore , The Naids hear, and flock around 5 And Eccho fighs, withmimick found 5 Adonisis no moxz. Again the goddefs raves, and tears her hair* Then vents her grief, her love, and her defpair. Dear A ColleBion ofSongs, &c, 261 "Dear Adonis, beauty's treafure, Now myforrow, once my pleafure 5 O return to Venus' arms. Venus never will forfake thee 5 Let the voice of love overtake thee, And revive thy drooping charms. Thus, queen of beauty,, as thy poets feign^ While thou didft call the lovely Twain j Transformed by heavenly pow'r, The lovely fwain arofe a flow'r, And fmiling grae'd the plain. And now he blooms, and now he fades, Venus and gloomy Proferpine Alternate claim his charms divine, By turns reftor'd to light, by turns hefeeks the fhadv Transporting joy, Tormenting fears, Reviving /miles Succeeding tears, Are CupidV various train. The tyrant boy "Prepares his darts, With foot hing wiles, With cruel arts, And pleafure blends with fain. Wren % 6z A Collection of Songs , &c. When charming Teraminta fxngs, Each new air new paffion brings j Now I refolve, and now I fear, Now I triumph, now defpair, Frolick now, now faint I grow,* Now I freeze, and now I glow. The panting zephyrs round her play, And trembling on her lips wou'd ftay j Now wou'd liften, now wou'd kifs, Till by her breath repuls'd, they fly, And in low pleafing murmurs die. Nor do I ask that fhe wou'd give, By fome new note the pow'r to live s I wou'd expiring with the found, Die on the lips that gave the wound; Vfon A Co lie 5f ion of Songs > &c. 263 IJpon a favour offer 9 d. CE L I a, too late, you wou'd repent j The ofPring all your ftore, Is now but like a pardon fent To one that's dead before. While at the firft you cruel prov'd* And grant the blifs too late ; You hindered me of one I lov'd, To give me one I hate. I thought you innocent, as fair, When firft my court I made; But when your falfhoods plain appear, My love no longer ftay'd. Your bounty of thofe favours fhown, Whofe worth you firft deface, Is melting valu'd medals down, And giving us the brafs. Oh, fince the thing .we beg 's a toy, That's priz'd by love alone, Why cannot women grant the joy, Before our love is gone \ The Z64 A Collection of Songs y &c. o The Venture. h, howl languifh ! what a ftrange Unruly fierce defire! My fpirits feel fome woncTrous change. My heart is all on fire. Now, all ye wifer thoughts, away, In vain your tale ye tell Of patient hopes and dull delay, Love's foppifh part, farewel. Suppofe one week's delay would give All that my wifhes move • Oh, who fo long a time can live, Stretch'd on the rack of love J HeV foul perhaps is too fublime, To like fuch flavifh fear 5 Difcretion, prudence, all is crime, If once condemned by her. When honour does the foldier call To fome unequal fight, Refolv'd to conquer or to fall, Before his gen'ral's fight j Advanced the happy hero lives 5 Or if ill fate denies, The noble rafhnefs heav'n forgives, And glorioufly he dks. The END. c fV %