_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd Love betray'd, Sung by Mrs._ Bracegirdle, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles.

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If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart; If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart: The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart; The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart.

Beauty's Strength and Treasure, In Falshood still remain; She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Funeral, _Sung by Mrs._ Harris, _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcel.

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Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow, Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe; I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses, Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses: I know not what the Lover feign, Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain: Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy; But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.

Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy, But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.

_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. ECCLES, _Sung by Mr._ Morgan.

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Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here, Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are; When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age: When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age.

_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ BALLDEN.

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Oh! my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad?

Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I'm Glad?

Oh! Lovers G.o.ddess, who wert form'd, From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd!

And Darts at once can wound and please.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ HODGSON.

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Fye _Amarillis_, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye cease, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye, cease, cease to grieve, For him thou never canst retrieve; Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretch, Scorn the wretch, that Love denies thee, Scorn the wretch, scorn the wretch, That Love, that Love denies thee.

Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid, Of meeting a Swain that is kind; As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least, at least a more Generous Mind: As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least a more Generous Mind, At least a more Generous Mind.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_, The Old Batchelour, _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

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As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay, As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay; Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle play, Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kisses, Mingling kisses, mingling kisses, and exchanging harmless Blisses: He trembling cry'd with eager, eager hast, Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me, Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me, let me Feed as well as Tast, I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye, I dye, if I'm not wholly Blest.

The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear, I cannot, dare not, must not hear; Dearest _Thyrsis_ do not move me, Do not, do not, if you Love me: O let me still, the Shepherd said, But while she fond resistance made, The hasty Joy in struggling fled.

Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd, She frown'd and blush'd, and sigh'd and kiss'd, And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing, The sad miscarriage of their Wooeing: But vain ala.s.s! were all her Charms, For _Thyrsis_ deaf to Love's Alarms, Baffled and fenceless, tir'd her Arms.

_A_ SONG.

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She met with a Country-man, In the middle of all the Green; And _Peggy_ was his Delight, And good Sport was to be seen.

But ever she cry'd brave _Roger_, I'll drink a whole Gla.s.s to thee; But as for _John_ of the Green, I care not a Pin for him.

Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Dragons, And O brave _Roger_ a _Cauverly_; Piggins and Wiggins, Pints and Flaggons, O brave, _&c._

He took her by the middle, And taught her by the Flute; Well done brave _Roger_ quoth she, Thou hast not left thy old Wont.

But ever she cry'd, _&c._

He clap'd her upon the b.u.t.tock, And forth she let a Fart; My Belly quoth she is eased by thee, And I thank thee _Roger_ for't.

_Love's Conquest._

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As unconcern'd and free as Air, I did retain my Liberty; Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair, And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be: 'Till your bright Eyes surpriz'd my Heart, And first inform'd me how to Love; Then Pleasure did invade each Part, Yet to conceal my Flame I strove.