To bend to Cupid's gentle Sway,
What Art can then prevail ?
I'll tell you, Strephon, a Receipt
Of a moft fov'reign Pow'r':

If you

the Stubborn wou'd defeat,
Let drop a Golden Show'r.
This Method try'd enamour'd Jove,
Before he could obtain'

The cold, regardlefs Danae's Love,
Or conquer her Disdain.

By Cupid's Self I have been told,
He never wounds a Heart,
So deep, as when he tips with Gold
The fatal piercing Dart.

T

SONG CV. Who, to win, &c.
HO, to win a Woman's Favour,
Wou'd follicit long in vain ?

WHO

Who, to gain a Moment's Pleasure,
Wpu'd endure an Age of Pain ?
Idle Toying,

Ne'er enjoying;

Pleas'd with fuing,

Fond of Ruin,

Made a Martyr of Difdain..

Give me, Love, the beauteous Rover,
Whom a gen'ral Paffion warms; r
Fondly bleffing ev'ry Lover,

Frankly proff ring all her Charms
Never flying,

Still complying,

Train'd to pleafe you,

Glad, to eafe you,

Circled in her fnowy Arms.

SONG CVI. Domestick Bird, &c.

Omeftick Bird, whom wint'ry Blaks

D To Leck for human Aid compel ;

To me for Warmth and Shelter fly,
Welcome beneath my Roof to dwell.
Supplies thy Hunger to relieve

I'll daily at my Window lay,
Affur'd that daily thofe Supplies

With grateful Song thou wilt, repay. Soon as the new returning Spring

Shall call thee forth to Woods and Groves, Freely revifit then the Scene

Which Notes fo fweet as thine approves.
But if another Winter's Fioft

Shall bring me back my Gueft again,
Again with Mufick come prepar'd,
Thy friendly Hoft to entertain.
The facred Pow'r of Harmony,
In this its beft Effect appears;
That Friendship in its ftricteft Bond
It both engages and endears.
In Mufick's ravishing Delight,

You feather'd Flocks with Men agree ;

Of all the animated World

The only Harmonists are we.

Why do your spreading Blushes rife?

HY do you fix your Eyes on me ?

Oh! tell me what is your Defign,
Say, do you love 1

e me, or defpife?
If you defpife me, wherefore turn
You not your Eyes from me away;
And if you do with Paffion burn,

To fpeak it, why fhou'd you delay ?
Do not my Looks declare my Heart
To pity thee too much inclin'd?
But hou'd you fcorn me, ufe no Art,
To bear my Fate I ftand refign'd.
My Love, as yet a lambent Fire,

By Kindness fann'd, may foon inercafe

Dr damp'd with Coldness will expire,
And leave both you and me at Eafe.
SONG CVIII. On dear, &c.

O

N dear Zelinda's Charms I gaze,

And drink Destruction from her Eye. In those bright Orbs Love gaily plays, And laughing bids his Arrows fly: He wounds without ceafing, The Pain is yet pleasing; So fweet is the Anguish,

I love and I languifh;

[die.

And when from my Charmer, methinks I could

And when, &c.

With Venus, when on Ida's Grove,

For Charms Zelinda may compare:
She looks and moves the Queen of Love,
As fair her Face, divine her Air.
Bright Youth and good Nature
Light up ev'ry Feature:
With Wit all inviting

She's gay and delighting,

Inviting, delighting;

O Cupid! affift me my Charmer to move,
O Cupid! &c.

SONG CIX. Will you credit, &c.

ILL you credit a Mifer, 'tis Gold makes us wife,

WILL

The Blifs of his Life, the Joy of his Eyes: And ask a fond Lover, where Wisdom he places, To be fure in his Miftrefs," her Charms and her Graces.

But let the free Lad fpeak the Joy of his Soul, 'Tis a sparkling Glafs, and a fmiling full Bowl. The Mifer is wretched, unhappy, and poor 3 He fuffers great Want in the midst of full Store! The Lover's difconfolate, mopifh, and fad, For that which when gain'd will foon ma him made

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The Mifer's a Fool, and the Lover's an Afs, And he only's Wife, who adores the full Glafs. Let the Mifer then hug up his ill-gotten Pelf, And to feed empty Bags, may he starve his own felf:

Let the Lover ftill languifh 'twixt Hope and
Defpair,

And doat on a Face as inconftant as fair,
But ftill may his Blifs be as great as his Soul,
Who pays no Devoir but to Wine and the Bowl.

SONG CX. The wounded Deer, &c.
THE wounded, Deer flies fwift away,

TH

The bearded Arrow in his Side.

Still vainly hoping that he may

Efcape unfpy'd, mix'd with the Herd.

But oh! the Moment that they fee

The streaming Blood flow from his Wound, They fhun him in his Mifery,

And leave him dying on the Ground. Thus the poor Nymph, who, fore diftreft, Has gaz'd her Liberty away,

To all the World becomes a Jeft,

And falls of fland'rous Tongues the Prey

SONG CXI. Dear Colin, &c.

DEar

Ear Colin, prevent my warm Blushes, Since how can I fpeak without Pain? My Eyes have oft told my Withes, Oh! can't you their Meaning explain! My Paffion wou'd lofe by Expreffion, And you too might cruelly blame, Then don't you expect a Confeffion Of what is too tender to pame, Since yours is the Province of Speaking, Why fhou'd you expect it from me Our Wishes fhou'd be in our Keeping, Till you tell us what they shou'd be s

Then quickly why don't you discover,

Did your Heart feel fuch Tortures as mine,

I need not tell over and over

What I in my Bofom confine.

SONG

CXII. As I walk'd, &c.

SI walk'd in the Woods one Ev'ning of late,

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A Lafs was deploring her hapless Estate ;'

In a languishing Pofture, poor Maid the appears, All fwell'd with her Sighs, and blubber'd with Tears:

She cry'd and the fobb'd, and I found it was all For a little of that which Harry gave Doll.

At laft fhe broke out, O wretched, the faid, Will no Youth come fuccour a languifhing Maid? With what he with Eafe and Pleasure may give, Without which, alas! poor I cannot live!

Shall I never leave Sighing, and Crying, and call

For a little of that, &c.

At first when I faw a young Man in the Place, My Colour would fade, and then flush in my Face;

My Breath it grew short, and I shiver'd all o'er, My Breaft never popp'd up and down fo before:

I fcarce knew for what, but now I find it was all

For a little of that, &c,

SONG CXIII. How sweetly smells, &c. WOW fweetly fmells the Simmer green! Sweet taste the Peach and Cherry;

H°

Painting and Order please our Een,

And Claret make us merry:

But fineft Colours, Fruits and Flowers,
And Wine, tho' I be thirsty,

Lose a' their Charms and weaker Powers,
Compar'd with those of Chrifty.