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New poems, songs, prologues, and epilogues never before printed / written by Thomas Duffett ; and set by the most eminent musicians about the town.
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Duffett, Thomas.
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1676
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Midwifry But drenched it in the Worlds sink the Sea There by the rapid motion And the briny pickle of the Ocean Which like a sickly Stomach strove To disembogue the Potion On the resisting Rocks who drove The Poyson back again Into the troubl'd main Preserv'd from dissolution It became The Queen of Beauty Lust and Shame III. Thy lawless Sire Compos'd of Rapine Blood and Fire God of destructive Rage and War Lean Poverty and Desolation are The Blessings which do fall from his vainglorious Car. With horrid slaughter all imbru'd With Curses and with hate pursu'd He Venus woo'd The Union of this matchless pair Of Rash and Brave Lustful and Fair Produc'd this most accomplish'd Heir An Off-spring for such Parents fit Eternal Moth of Treasure Peace and Wit The Excuse TRansports of Passion cannot be withstood Therefore are pardon'd by the wise and good Anger in misbecoming language flies And o're the kindest Friends would Tyrannize Enlarging joyes like swelling Torrents roul All prudent caution from the fearless Soul And griefs contracting pain benumbs each sense Driving the care of life and safety thence What then should be forgiv'n to oâ—e that 's fill'd With Love to which all other Passions yield And what compassion should that Lover gain Whose heart at once all Passions did sustain When I my dear Francelia sought to meet I saw her trouble and I griev'd to see 't Yet intervals of joy did grief o'repow'r To be so near that Beauty I adore Then storms of rage my trembling heart did seize That I should injure whom I 'd die to please Armies of diff'rent thoughts at once possest Conquer'd and chang'd the purpose of my brest But Love resistless Love whose slave I am Hurrid'd me on and ev'ry stop o'recame When rapid flame some petty house surrounds Th' amazed owners fear no death or wounds But flighting all concerns of pain or health Fly through fire to save a little wealth Loves raging flame on all my Vitals preys And ev'ry part insensibly decays And can you Madam think it much that I Should for relief to th' Crystal Fountain fly O pardon me and I 'll no more contend But like a Willow bow to ev'ry wind And all your blasts of Scorn and Anger bear Until my Suff'rings do the Tempest tire Or by my fall the great example prove Of endless Cruelty and matchless Love Song set by Mr. Smith LIberty Liberty Reason and Love are at War No more on wild Passion I 'll wait Or cringe to an upstart despair The Creature of idle conceipt Draw up my thoughts let Shame the Fight begin Charge to the heart O let not Hope get in 'T is Loves Heroe if that appear in his defence A thousand thousand reasons cannot force him thence Victory Victory Love the Usurper is fled His Flames and his Arrows are spent The toys by which Fools are misled To adore what themselves do invent The thing appears that did support his cause How pale she looks that to my heart gave Laws The Nymph's vanish'd set are the Suns that made me blind And only Woman vain weak Woman 's left behind Phillida Phillida What 's of my Goddess become O where is the shape and the Meen Whose presence has oft struck me dumb Whose beauty I thought all Divine As in the dark to one o'recome by fear Deformed shapes and sprites seem to appear The fond Lover strange wonders in his Nymph does find When all the Charms are in his own deluded mind To Madam R. P. REason and Love their ancient feud laid by Equally strive to raise your power high Beauty Loves never failing dart in you Exceeds all praise and does all hearts subdue Cupid in ev'ry careless smile is drest Kindling a fire in the beholders breast And Reason if the slave don't straight submit Proclaims your Virtue and Victorious Wit Love give the charge and Reason strengthens it Alas what heart can make resistance where Youth Beauty Wit and Virtue do appear Gratitude to Fidelia THe Frantick Zealot who to Bliss aspires On Racks of care and mortifi'd desires Mistakes the way by blind devotion driv'n Your favours lead me to a sweeter Heav'n As Souls of Lovers murther'd with despair Do hover still where their fair Tyrants are On you I waited till your kind reprieve Rais'd my long buri'd hope and made me live Eternal blessings your great favour pay Delights unclouded Joys without allay Fate ever smiling like perpetual day In extasies of pleasing thought I see Divine Fidelia smiling bow to me Each hour my Soul recals the Bliss and then Languishing dies till I enjoy 't agen If one short beam of hope such raptures move Ah! what would my ador'd Fidelia's Love Fidelia With strugling Doubts and dying Hopes opprest My heart is wandring in a Sea of fire I see but cannot reach the port of rest Forc'd back by Storms of fear and fierce desire No happy Star but Fair Fidelia's Eyes Can change the Scene of my decaying state And turn this Tempest to a Paradise Beauty commands all hearts and conquers fate Loves greatest pleasure to his stupid foes Seems childish folly in a grave disguise So sacred Worship to the Atheist shows Who 's dully blest and ignorantly wise Those that Religion for brisk Wit deny And slight sweet Love for Wine or flattering mirth Are cheated with false pleasures while they fly The Bliss of Heav'n and greatest joys on Earth One smile to me from my Fidelia's Eye Is more then Kings can give or Empire buy The Mistake I. ALas how short how false and vain Are the uncertain joys of man But O how true how fixed are His restless pain His certain grief and never ceasing Care The Trees that bend with flakes of Snow Spring will adorn with verdant Leaves The Fruitful Grain that buried lyes In joyful Blades again shall rise And grow To pay the Rusticks pain with golden Sheaves But man poor wretched man Once in Loves boundless Ocean launch'd no more Returns again to joys forsaken shore II. By flatt'ring hope deceiv'd For what is wish'd is soon believ'd Francelia's favour like a chearful Sun I thought on her Amyntor shone Which swell'd my joys to such a wild extreme I made an Idol of each daz'ling beam Pardon my easie Faith O fond deluded Soul 'T was but a waking dream Thy comforts vanish'd but thy grief is whole III. Rivers by Ebbing Waves left dry Returning Tides as swiftly fill The Vally that does lowest lie Ends at the rising of a Hill All things to change do swiftly hast A welcome light Succeeds each night Only my Passion and my Pain must last Since my Francelia's rigid doom is past Confin'd as sinners are in Hell I see with Envy where the Happy dwell Deep Lakes and rugged way My passage stay But Ah how soon That weak defence should down Were it not guarded by my Angels frown IV. Mistaken Hope be gone Wait on the Happy and the Fair To whom thy cheats are yet unknown Let sad
Amyntors fate alone Thy fading smiles increase despair Without a murmur or an alter'd face My unrelenting fate I will imbrace So close my fire shall be confin'd I will not trust the whisp'ring wind My Sighs shall Fan the Flame and feed the smart Till it consume my rash despised heart Then one short grone shall fix a lasting date To this long difference of Love and Hate Unless our present thoughts attend our future state That point I 'll leave to those that here are blest Souls with neglected Love and Grief opprest Can find no greater Hell by seeking Rest. Mine to discover seats of Bliss or Woe Would freely goe Were it assur'd Francelia though too late Would sigh and say she was ingrate A Love so True deserv'd a kinder Fate Song set by Mr. Marsh senior DOwn with this Love that has made such a pother This Jack with a Lanthorn that leads us a round Till with dull Marriage we cheat one another For joys that do vanish as soon as th' are found Repent ye proud Nymphs for your tricks shall not pass We 'l change no more Gold and good Stones for your Glass While so severely you rail at the pleasure And kill the poor Lover that 's at your command Like Doctors you turn your heads from the treasure But O how you grasp what is put in your hand Repent c. We 'l change c. When the short minute we sigh'd for is over The Nymph is more brisk and more kind than before But how dejected and dull is her Lover To find all his Passion can purchase no more Repent c. We 'l change c. The Resolve I. FOrtune I scorn thee now Thou hast not left one dart To move my harden'd heart Or cloud my smiling brow Like cunning Tyrants thy severest pain Thou keptst till last It racks my Soul but yet I 'll not complain When this short fit is past I 'll never Love nor Grieve again II. Thou canst not any mighty conquest boast For had I never won I had not lost Then we are even And after this What ever comes amiss Or well I 'll take as sent from Heaven Thou art no more with me A Deity Chance Fortune Fate y' are all but empty names Since fair Francelia thus the War proclaims Love Joy Grief who Lord it so o're slaves hence I 'm down but from my fall I 'll rise above you all Shake off your Chains and be in thought a Prince III. Ah Francelia must I never Curse on my fond heart It heaves and pants still loth to quit the pleasant smart Thou shalt submit or break Swell on I 'll never speak Nor look nor write nor think nor hope nor fear Be wise my heart thou canst not hers subdue She loves already none can well love two Hate all the World since th' art despis'd by her Or if thou ever canst again Be sensible of Joy or Pain Rejoyce thou wer 't not poorly slain But by a Beauty which o're all does reign Rejoyce that thou lov'dst her alone And though thy service she disown Yet pitty her that can adore A man that loves a hundred more O're one small Province to command alone Is sweeter than to share a mightly Throne Song set by Mr. Staggins WHy should we e'r Beauty fade Slaves to care and age be made Since our flying youth can no more be had Where Love and Mirth do call let 's go And crop new joys each minute as they grow Tomorrows fate there 's none can know Let 's sing and laugh sad thoughts away Mirth shall rule the active day And the night to raptures of Love we 'l pay Thus should youth in pleasures reign And gods that cannot put on Earth again Shall wish for such delights in vain To the King on his Birth-Day 1675. Song set by Mr. Staggins GReat Love and mighty War be gone With all your flatt'ring charms and glorious noise A nobler theme our Art imploys A theme for gods to think upon Let the glad sound Which our voyces deliver Rebound To the Hills from the River Thence to the Sky Let the shrill Eccho fly On the winds nimble wing Round the Earth let her run Like the rays of the Sun That all may rejoyce for the life of the King Chorus O how blest is the day that your birth has made great And how happy how happy are we that do see 't While we offer up Vows to the Gods in a Song That your Fame may shine bright As the Worlds great light And your Reign may continue as long Long life and never-fading health A mind untroubl'd as the sleep of Saints When Heavens joy the fancy paints New Mines of never-ending wealth Hearts that are true And devoted to Heaven And you All the gods have e'r given Kindly to bless The soft pleasures of Peace All that story can bring And the joys yet unknown Be contracted in one And for ever attend on the life of the King Chorus O how blest is the day that your birth has made great And how happy how happy are we that do see 't While we offer up Vows to the Gods in a Song That your Fame may shine bright As the Worlds great light And your Reign may continue as long To the Queen Set by Mr. Marsh senior MOunt mount my Muse Up to the gods aspire And take a spark of their Celestial fire No influence else fit raptures can raise To sing great Gloriana's praise Her Heav'nly smiles more joys create Than dawning day to wand'rers brings Than peace to a decaying state Or thriving War to youthful Kings Nature no longer boast thy flatt'ring snares Thy Gems thy Flowers and thy Stars Wise Lovers that quickly coy Beauties would gain Compare them no more to things fading and vain But what 's more resistless more sweet and more fair To the Beams of her Eyes or the Nets of her Hair The Royal graces of her mind So glorious are so unconfin'd Those happy slaves that on her wait That can behold and imitate The Zeal that in her worship flames Will for their never-dying names With Saints on Earth gain blest abodes And place their Souls among the gods A Persuasive to Love HOw long O dearer then my Soul how long Shall weak distrust my Passion wrong And make each prattling child of fear The shape of monstrous danger wear Your Honor and your safety are Of all my thoughts the chiefest care Dearer to me than precious breath To wealthy Misers near their death Than Heirs to mighty names above The joys and hopes of all my Love Fix'd like a Statue I would stand While some bold Villains bloody hand Tears from my breast my panting heart Die smiling at the greatest smart E'r one kind word or favour shown By my fair Goddess should be known But Ah! too well too well I know The cause that makes you fly me so You fear to see the wounds you make Lest pity your hard heart awake Pity the noblest