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
the utmost height to raise All Celia's Beauties in my sight it lays Beauties which all admire and vainly strive to praise But to destroy all budding hopes lays down My little merit and her constant frown Thus does it urge me to a just despair Then whispers only death can end my care Tempts me to drown my self in floods of tears Or sigh away at once my griefs and fears Thus am I rack'd this dismal life I lead Till tyr'd with pain my heart seems cold and dead And to the wretched 't is a sad relief To be insensible of joys or grief But when my murth'rers much lov'd name resounds My heart bleeds out afresh and feels new wounds Unless Francelia has my death decreed Let me from this tormenting spright be freed Or mine will haunt her when I 'm dead indeed Show your great pow'r remove this heavy rod And by your kindness make this Dev'l a God Song WHen Celia my heart did surprise In an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise And like Crystal dissolv'd the tears flow'd from her Eyes From her Beautiful Cheeks all the Roses withdrew And she look'd like a Lilly o'reladen with dew How sweet did her sorrow appear How I trembl'd and sigh'd and for ev'ry tear Made a Vow to the gods and a pray'r to her O how soft are the wounds we receive from the fair But the joys and the pleasures there 's none can declare What panting and fainting I feel When imbracing her feet before Celia I kneel O how dear are her smiles and how sweetly they kill Ev'ry minute I die with the thoughts of my bliss And she breaths a new life in each languishing kiss O Love let us still wear thy Chain Let no Passion but Love in our fancies e're reign Let us often be cur'd and ne'r freed from the pain All the pleasures of Wine to the sense are confin'd But 't is Love is the noblest delight of the mind A Dialogue between Dorus and Amintor Dorus. WHence does this solemn sadness rise Which all thy spirits has opprest And like a dull contagious mist Hangs heavy on Amintor's Eyes Am. O Dorus Dor. O Amintor speak Passions conceal'd like struggling wind In concaves of the Earth confind Too oft their trembling Prison break Grief entertain'd and fed with tears With such insinuating Art Deludes the easie thoughtful heart It makes it love the pain it bears Awake Amintor from this dream This drowzy Lethargy that steeps Thy sense in death-resembling sleeps And give thy thoughts a chearful theme Am. Tell me O Shepherd in this spacious round Of Earth and Sea what pleasure's to be found 'T is all but one large grave one gloomy den Where rav'nous time devours both things and men On yonder shaded hill let 's sit a while And mark how poor mistaken mortals toil Behold hard labour and laborions mirth See how those Reapers court the teeming Earth Look how they bend and with unweary'd pain Adore the ground for ev'ry Sheaf they gain These are the sweetest of the Rustick's days This is the life which sinking Monarchs praise Now to the neighb'ring Green thy sight transport And there behold the drudgery of sport How many silly antick steps they tread How ev'ry sweating Dancer toils to spread The restless arms and shake the empty head O endless toil O flatt'ring sordid noise Where can this World show true and solid joys Did not fore-knowledg tell us what they are Who could know idle mirth from busie care Dor. That knowledg which has mirth and care exprest Instructs the judgment to elect the best Since mirth prolongs that life that care would kill And life's concern makes all things good or ill Reason should overcome the stubborn Will Am. Knowledg and Reason's force men disavow To Beauty's tyranny all hearts must bow Dor. Beauty and Tyranny Am. Yes Dorus yes Despised Love does all my joy suppress Dor. To one that 's cruel who would be confin'd When Beauties are so num'rous and kind Am. Hast thou observ'd the Infancy of day When from the Eastern Sea all fresh and gay The rosie mornings glory fills our eyes The Moon and ev'ry meaner lustre dyes So when my daz'ling Shepherdess appears All other Beauties fade and yield to hers Her eyes such pleasure and such awe impart As Monarchs smiles do to a Fav'rites heart The Rose and Purple Violet she stains With her more blushing Cheek and clearer Veins Those pow'rful charms which from her face are sent Would make a Ravisher seem innocent Nor polish'd Ivory nor falling Snow The whiteness of her whiter neck can show No Down of Swans no Lillies e'r exprest The charming softness of her swelling Breast Those mounts of pleasure where Loves Monarch lies Boasting the vict'ries purchas'd by her eyes A shining Vale those panting Twins does sever A Vale where murther'd Lovers hearts do bleed Whose sweets all thought all extasie exceed O let Amintor's heart rest there forever Now Shepherd an eternity of joys And hidden bliss my roving thought imploys O let me die Francelia let me die E'r from this Paradise of thought I 'm driv'n For to a Lover so unblest as I There is no way but death to enter Heav'n Dor. Pri'thee Amintor quench this raging fire From hopeless Love 't is prudence to retire Am. Thou mayst as soon cast water in the Sea And take it thence unmix'd as set me free Quench this raging fire Sing to a Tempest till thou mak'st it kind And with thy musick part the mingl'd wind Sow Corn upon a stream that never stood And hope a Harvest from the moving flood When Poyson has invaded ev'ry part And fix'd its deadly Venom in the heart Bid the tormented patient quit his pain But never hope I can my love restrain Here Celia walk'd and here was I undon Viewing those glories which around her shon Such Rays of Beauty as the Artist paints To Crown the heads of Celebrated Saints This Walk did like a blest Elyzium yield All that adorns the Garden or the Field Hither did Nature all her treasure bring And here expos'd the glories of the Spring Enchanting Birds sate warbling on each Tree Dor. Here such a Paradise could never be Am. Where e're she is 't is Paradise to me All the bright Beauties Nature ever made When Winters stormy weather makes them fade With her as in their store-house do remain And ev'ry Spring are copy'd thence again Dull Poets praise no more the Thracian's String When Celia speaks a Quire of Angels sing Here 't was I rob'd her of a balmy kiss And eager to ensure a future bliss I sighing ask'd her Dear won't you love she sigh'd and whisper'd yes Yes Yes O Cruelty For at that very time She vow'd my death should expiate my crime Was 't not enough to murther with disdain Must loss be added to compleat my pain Loss of the highest blessing Love could give When you said yes alass I did believe And after such a loss who 'd wish to
live Tell me unkind and cruel as you are Are you less beautiful less chast or fair If one poor kiss is wanting from your store I 'll freely pay you back ten thousand more Did e'r my joys or suffrings find a tongue To boast your smiles or do your honour wrong Was ever hopeless love preserv'd so long Dor. How vainly dost thou court the senseless Air And to regardless Trees repeat thy pray'r Did thy insulting cruel Goddess hear Thou would'st as little pity get from her Leave Love's ingrateful God shake off his chain Go where the God of Wine and Mirth does reign He 'll see thy merit and relieve thy pain Am. She loves me not forbids my Tongue and Quill Dor. Dost thou love her and disobey her Will To harden'd hearts insensible of Love Courtship does horrid Persecution prove Thy Love 's best shown by serving her desire Am. I can't suppress but I 'll conceal my fire And by my suff'rings raise my merit higher Never had Lover such hard fate as I To show my Love I must my Love deny And to be blest all hope of blessings fly So when destroying Plagues did threaten Rome The noble Curtius did prevent its doom All love of life and safety he o'recame And by his death immortaliz'd his name Song THy rigour O Celia has shorten'd thy reign And made my bright Goddess a Mortal again How faint are they glories how dully they move That us'd to inflame me with raptures of Love Chorus Tyrannical Beauties prevent your sad state 'T is kindness alone can support your high throne But cruelty hastens your fate I paid my devotion each day to thy eyes I thought it no morning till Celia did rise With Celia the Court and the Theatres rung Her praise was the subject of every song Chorus Tyrannical Beauty lament thy lost state My Passion is gone and thy Empire is done Thy cruelty hasten'd thy fate Love heightens our joy he 's the ease of our care A Spur to the Valiant and Crown to the Fair O seize his soft wings and enjoy while you may For pleasures of Love will like Empire decay Chorus Tyrannical Beauties prevent your sad state 'T is kindness alone can support your high throne But cruelty hastens your fate The Pavier's Song Set by Mr. Marsh junior Master YE tough brawny Lads that can live upon stone And skin the hard Flint for good Liquor Let Love to the idle and wealthy be gone And let Preaching alone to the Vicar Let all be made plain with your strikers and thumpers And when the work 's done we 'll about with the bumpers The little blind God of which Lovers so prate Makes all that adore him grow lazy For counterfeit blessings he long makes you wait And with Sighs and Diseases he pays ye But he you serve now with your strikers and thumpers When your work 's done will about with the bumpers 1. Pa. The Walks are all gravel'd and the Bower shall be Prepar'd for the Bear and Psyche 2. But e'r we go in let the drinking begin And then we will thump it agen Chorus With full double Pots Let us liquor our throats And then we 'll to work with a hoh ho ho But let 's drink e'r we go let us drink e'r we go 1. Here Harry 2. Here Will. Chorus Old true-penny still While one is drinking another should fill 3. Here 's to thee Stephen 4. Thanks honest Phil. Chorus Old true-penny still While one is drinking another should fill Chorus With full double Pots We 'll liquor c. Master Dispatch or the Bear and the Princess will childe For Love can no hindrance abide 1. Pav We have more need of drinking then loving by odds We 'll bouze it in spight of the gods Chorus With full double Pots We 'll liquor our throats And then we 'll to work with a hoh ho ho But let 's drink e'r we go but let 's drink e'r we go Marina sitting for her Picture POor barren Art how vainly dost thou strive To Rival Natures greater excellence While the admir'd Marina does survive Whose Beauty dazles the most daring sense See how the captiv'd Painters trembling hand Wanders at large while his amazed eyes Dart looks of envy that he can't command Colours so fair as on her cheeks arise Lay by thy Pencil Ned and think with me If in her face such glorious things we find Who can resist those charms thou dost not see The brighter Beauties of her heav'nly mind There 's sacred Virtue and each pow'rful grace Which cannot be surpris'd by feeble Art When creeping Age drives Lovers from the face Those will for ever hold the conquer'd heart Thou Tyrant Love that hast my Soul possest Give me this treasure or my heart again Were I with wealth and mighty Empire blest Without Marina all the rest were vain Uncertain Love THe lab'ring man that Plants or Sows His certain times of Profit knows Seamen the roughest tempest scorn Hoping at last a rich return But my too much lov'd Celia's mind Is more inconstant and unkind Than stormy weather Sea or Wind. Now with assured Hope rais'd high I think no man so blest as I Hope that a dying Saint may own To see and hear her speak alone What if I snatch one kiss or more Were Heaven gives a wealthy store 'T is to be bounteous to the poor But e'r my swiftest thought can thence Convey a blessing to my sense My hope like Fairy treasure 's gone Although I never made it known From all untruth my heart is clean No other Love can enter in Yet Celia's ne'r will come agen FINIS * Poel †Coysh
troubl'd Bliss For all my suffrings you restore And wretched I must die for this And never never meet you more Never how dismally it sounds If I must feel eternal pain Close up a while my bleeding wounds And let me have my three daies reign On a Rose taken from Francelia's Breast I. POor hapless Emblem of Amyntors Heart Thy blooming Beauty 's overcast Deep shades of grief seem to o'respread each part Yet still thy fragrant sweets do last II. Thou wer 't not when my dearest Nymph is kind In all thy Pride so Blest as I She gone my wounded heart thy fate does find So does it droop and so will die III. What joyful blushes did thy leaves adorn How gay how proudly didst thou swell When in Francelia's charming Bosom worn That Paradise where Gods would dwell VI. O had my heart thy happy place possest It never had from thence been torn But like a Phoenix in her spicy nest It still should live and ever burn V. No wonder thy perfume so near thy death Still lasts though thy Vermilion's gone Thy sweets were borrow'd from her sweeter breath Thy fading colour was thy own VI. See how my burning sighs thy leaves have dry'd Where I have suck'd thy stol'n sweets So does the am'rous youth caress his Bride And print hot kisses on her lips VII Hadst thou ungather'd fall'n among the rest Lost and forgotten thou hadst been Thou hadst not flourish'd in Francelia's brest Nor been the Subject of my Pen. VIII Amber dissolv'd and beaten Spices smell That Gold is valu'd most that 's prov'd Coy beauty 's lost but lasting fame will tell Their praise that love and are belov'd Song set by Mr. Marsh senior THe spring with fresh beauties hath drest up each field And the gardens with sweets and soft musick are fill'd The Birds pretty notes to new pleasures invite And Nature herself appears young with delight Sad Strephon sees this but can be no partaker His Nymph is unkind and he cannot forsake her Amidst all these glories I walk like a shade And adore the bright Nymph by whose Eyes I 'm betray'd Each moment her shape to my fancy appears I sigh and I court her to stay with my tears But when my imbraces their pris'ner would make her Francelia flies off and I cannot o'retake her Asleep I am happy for then she seems kind But some God that does Envy the Blessings I find The imbraces the smiles O the joys in extream 'T is Heav'n to have her though but in a dream Disturbs my short sleep that from me he might take her And then she 's unkind yet I cannot forsake her Great Love whose high power we strive with in vain Let her share in my sighs or give me her disdain Shew her all the delights of a mutual flame The greatness and truth of my Passion proclaim One Arrow of thine to Loves joys would awake her And when my Nymph's kind I will never forsake her To Francelia LOve without hope of Pity who can bear Consuming fire-brands in his Bosom wear Always endure Diseases of the mind Still forc'd to seek what he must never find Pardon me Madam for I must complain Sure you may hear though not relieve my pain Those that a glorious Martyrdom pursue When certain and eternal joy's in view On their Tormentors cruelty complain And sigh aloud in the beloved flame The short liv'd fires that round their bodies roul Soon end their griefs but leave their Spirits whole Love ever burns the never dying Soul Condemn'd to death without hopes of reprieve What they no more can keep with ease they give I bleed and die for you ev'n while I live If Love 's requited with such rigid fate What tortures can you find to punish Hate Ah Francelia If in your heart I ne'r must gain a room At least be cunning in the cruel doom Your eyes from your too charming eyes I took My first deep wound was conquer'd with a look O let me read that fair condemning book 'Till I have gaz'd away my panting breath I 'd give the world to dy so sweet a death Alas In vain I sigh in vain I rave Like drowning men in vain my hands I wave And cry to one that can but will not save As thirsty Trav'lers in a sandy plain Call to the scorching Sun for help in vain Which drinks all moisture up but sends no rain When friends or bus'ness for my presence stay Love and Francelia call another way My feet move on my thoughts are fix'd on her Dreaming of kindness I shall never hear I know not how for what or where I run Till at the window I behold my Sun In vain the envious Casement's shut alas The daz'ling Jewel sparkles through the Case Like beautious Pictures through a Crystal glass Swifter then Lightning it consumes my heart Leaving no marks on the exterior part At last at last be kind O do but prove The charming sweets of a successful Love Why should dull custom or cold fear prevent Pleasures so sweet and Joys so innocent What e'r the World pretends to you or me Francelia and Amyntor still are free Must I not see you Why will you create Laws more severe than Virtue Man or Fate If at your feet I wait your lov'd command And breath my Soul in kisses on your hand While thousand Beauties in your eyes do shine And raise as many smiling joys in mine To heat your speech while pleasure stops my own Then sigh and wish that you were mine alone Where is the Crime Virtue all this has taught But if you hate me O that dismal thought It Stabs my pen falls from my trembling hand My heart beats faintly all my Spirits stand If still your Servant you with hate pursue Let me receive my doom from none but you And like a Christian Lover my last breath Shall praise and pardon her that caus'd my death Song set by Mr. Staggins To the Tune of Augusta FRancelia's heart is still the same Cold and hard as Winters morning Round her Love is ever burning Yet no Sighs or Frowns can ever Warm her Ice or cool my Feaver So much I think and talk of her That ev'ry Grove and Stream can name her All the Nymphs and Ecchos blame her If she keeps her cruel fashion Only death can ease my Passion All the Arts that Lovers have All the Vows and all the anguish All the looks with which I languish Move not her to any feeling Beauty takes delight in killing A Rant against the God of Love I. THou damn'd perpetual peevish folly Curse of a quiet life Father and Child of lazy Melancholy Author of publick care and secret strife Expensive ruine everlasting cheat Belov'd consumption of the great Plague of the poor Son of a salted frothy Whore Whose Emblematick birth Foretold her mischiefs to the misbelieving Earth II. So rotten and so base The Embryo was The Gods in Heav'n and Earth could find no place Impure enough for such vile
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
Virtue of the mind For sure 't is Virtue to be kind Since Heav'n to pity is so much inclin'd Fear not our meeting should be known Believe my heart and trust your own Why should the blessing be delay'd The price of Love we both have pay'd You when that was betray'd That damnd which all my curses bears My heart weeps blood to pay your precious tears All I have suffer'd ev'n your Hate That crime can never expiate Like seeds that must to flowers spread Our Love with water has been fed Our Love O pardon what I said My wishes do my pen mislead Yet I 'll wish on wish that my dear Lov'd me as much as I love her Then should my flame so faithful prove I 'd recompence your Grief with Love Such joys such pleasures Love can give As none but Lovers can believe As one in false Religion bred Whose Faith by Sense and Custom 's led Derides the myst'ries more Divine Till Practice does his Faith refine Of Love such may your fancy be But then my Dearest think of me Of me who spight of adverse Fate Strengthen'd by all your Scorn and Hate Have never yet apostatiz'd So sweet is Love although despis'd The hope at last success to gain For Hope does still with Love remain Brings Comfort in the midst of Pain Try O my dear Francelia try But one short minute Love and see What Heav'nly joys what extasie Do in your presence wait on me Song set by Mr. Le Grange WIth a damn'd sullen fate let 's no longer conspire To feed the fierce torments of fear and desire Thy frowns and coy looks do thy Passion discover My care to conceal it declares I'm thy Lover Then why should we fear the smooth Ocean of Love Since padling and straining will keep us above Let bus'ness and wealth to their Chaos be hurl'd 'T is Love's the delight and support of the World He that dotes on his bags while his passing Bell touls The modest Platonicks that talk of their Souls The grave men of State that are wise in Grimaces The canting Reformers that say such long Graces The fur'd men of Law those deciders of doubt When Passion is stirring do briskly cry out Let bus'ness c. 'T is Love's c. Song set by Mr. Hart. BElieve me dear Mall For I 've traded with all Those of name and Estate That have made the Town prate Of their many brave deeds and great forces When they come to the matter Are weaker then water And have nothing that 's strong but their purses With high jellys and broth They make the blood froth Which creates a false fire And a sickly desire They imbrace her as if they could eat her Such eager hot flashes Straight turn into ashes And deceive both themselves and the creature Mother gives this For a Maxim to Miss For thy grandeur and fame Keep a Cock of the game But a tough brawny dunghil to tread ye Let the wealth of thy Cully Provide for thy Bully Then his weapon will always be ready The Rival a Song set by Mr. Marsh senior INsult not too much on thy fading success For all that thou hast I before did possess I know my fair Rival how happy thou art I know all the secret delights of thy heart To tempt thee those pleasures were taken from me And to please some new beauty he 'l take 'em from thee When first thy Ambition was flatter'd how sweet How dazling was power and wealth at thy feet How dear were the minutes when Passion was young And plaid with the languishing Eyes and the Tongue What follow'd ye gods I remember too well Such pleasures such pleasures no tongue can revele But e'r long thy fond Heart and sad Eyes will deplore That Coldness and Scorn I lamented before Thy Beauty and Humor which makes thee so fair Will pine with pale Envy and end in Despair If then thy lost heart can its freedom regain More sweet it will be o're thy Passion to reign I am free from the pangs of desire and hate I envy no Lovers their wretched estate No wishes or fears or fierce jealousies keep My eyes on the rack or afright my soft sleep But safe on the Shore without Passion I see Poor Lovers tormented and lost on the Sea The Modish Lover Song set by Mr. Marsh senior AT last I find 't is vain to believe The Coy or Kind any Cure can give To a heart that to Love does incline Like mine Fruition is but a reprieve I thought my first flame Would still be the same If Cloris could Love O I 'd ever be true But Love is so blind When Cloris was kind I chang'd for less Beauty to one that was new I felt again the pleasure and smart The joy and pain which captives the heart And as many true Oaths as before I swore From Phillis I never would part The next pretty face Got Phillis's place Which my Vows and my Passion as hotly pursu'd The next did appear More charming than her And thus are my torments for ever renew'd When I love one who thinks she's above Loves sacred throne whom nothing can move Who thinks that 't is great to appear Severe And slight the soft pleasures of love I fly for relief To the next pretty thief And to quench my hot flame I seek a new fire But never could meet That Beauty or Wit Whose love or disdain could confine my desire All things of course to change do submit O're-rul'd by force by fortune or wit Then how can a Lover compel His will When Beauty and Fate wo'n't permit Where Love does invite I 'll seek my delight And give the same freedom to her I adore Though many pretend Their flame can ne'r end That woman 's deceiv'd that believes any more Song set by Mr. Marsh senior CLoris I come to learn my fate To Love we are accus'd Who mad to see his pow'r and state By easie mirth abus'd Has from thy Eyes a real dart Into my breasts convey'd And now tormented by the smart I come to thee for aid Since you so long did feed my flame Till in my heart you reign'd Since you did know and did not blame My Passion that was feign'd Condemn not with your cruel frown The story of my fate It is injustice to disown The Love you did create Why should you now refuse to hear What once you did invite If Love when dress'd in truth appear Less able to delight Let me in jest loves pleasure tast I never will complain So the deluding cheat may last I 'll ne'r love truth again Thus Damon woo'd but all in vain She still was more unkind His Vows could no belief obtain No pitty could he find But when he ceas'd to be her slave And all her scorn repay'd The Nymph relented and she gave What she so long delay'd To Miranda MEn vainly boast the pow'r that nature gave All-conqu'ring Beauty rules the King and Slave Read fair Miranda's charming face
and then Tell me where 's the prerogative of men Here Natures self in all her gayest dress All her delights and power does express And with true lustre free from fading Art Rules ev'ry Eye and reigns o're ev'ry heart No formal pride her Beauty does o'reshade O happy man for whom this blessings made Let her in joys for ever live while I Doom'd for her Victim at Loves Altar die Song set by Mr. Smith I Sigh'd and I Writ And imploy'd all my Wit And still pretty Silvia deny'd 'T was Virtue I thought And became such a sot I ador'd her the more for her pride Till mask'd in the Pit My coy Lucrece I met A croud of gay Fops held her play So brisk and so free With her smart repartee I was cur'd and went blushing away Poor Lovers mistake The addresses they make With Vows to be constant and true Though all the Nymphs hold For the sport that is old Yet their play-mates must ever be new Each pretty new toy They would dye to enjoy And then for a newer they pine But when they perceive Others like what they leave They will cry for their bauble agen One fall'n in love with the sight of a Ladies Song set by Mr. Marsh senior I Long was tormented with Envy and Rage At the freedom that 's us'd in this amorous age To see the brisk youth even while I was by Court the Nymph that I lov'd as freely as I But Fortune for which I shall ever adore her Has show'd me a Beauty which is my restorer So pretty so plump such a delicate shape Such a pure Red and White as no heart can escape All the raptures of Poets the skin doth surpass Without any help of Paint Patches or Glass An Innocent wash that 's of Natures own making Is all it e'r us'd for to make it so taking Though blind the deep wounds that it gives more surprise Then the Stars or the Di'monds of Phillis's Eyes Had it sight it would always be staring abroad And make the whole World esteem it a God Its mouth has such melting agreeable motion All Nations fall down to 't with heat of devotion 'T is veil'd like a Spaniard but guarded much more By the Virtue of Sylvia which waits at the door A Champion so jealous no force or design Can gain a new sight of 't until it is mine Yet this makes me happy for though 't is so pretty It ne'r will be common like Phillis or Betty Ah Sylvia how soon all my sorrows would end If you heard the advice of your beautiful friend It show'd when I saw it as if 't would be kind O be not severe to the dumb and the blind There can be no change or decay in my Passion 'T is caus'd by a Beauty that 's ne'r out of fashion Song set by Mr. Marsh senior NAy pr'y thee no more of this love masquerade Now all sorts of Fops are grown old in the trade All the pleasure is gone And the cheat's so well known That 't will ruine more Lovers than ever it made If you think y' are a wit and would fain have me know it You must leave this dull rode of the over-rid Poet. Alexis and Damon and twenty Swains more Have been Sighing and Vowing a hundred times o're Let me dye and all that Is insipid and flat And your Courtship 's as serious to every Whore Ah charming Divine and O sweet preety Creature Is so old the Amour of a Cobler is greater You torture a Song till you make the ears ake Your Alamode wit from the Play-house you take And are airy and bold While the borrow'd stock hold But more mouths than a disciplin'd Monkey you make When 't is spent and with Cringes and new fashion'd Curses Or the price of your Trappings make up your discourses These shallow designs and the plots that you cast Can never prevail o're a woman that 's Chast. And a Wench so well knows Where to take all your blows That she turns your Weapon against you at last If such humorous folly can raise love in any Scaramouch will be sooner prefer'd then his Zany Epilogue to The Shoomaker 's a Gentleman Spoken by the Master-Shoomaker DEar Brothers of the Gentle Craft you see Th' original of our Gentility We have new vamp'd new soald and made it tite Lend us your aid to keep it still upright These Goths and Vandals who do hate your glory Are met to rase this monumental story Stand boldly to 't now is the heat o' th' Battle Let Crispin live and let Saint Hugh's bones rattle Valentines Day BEfore the youthful Spring had dy'd The Earth with Flora's checquer'd pride Before the new thaw'd fields were seen Dress'd in a joyful Summers green Grey bearded Winters frosty Chain Was just dissolv'd by Phoebus Wain And the aspiring God flown high To guard the Spring in 's Infancy Inviting Flora from her bed To rob her of her Maiden-head E'r fair Aurora's blushing head Had edg'd the Eastern Hills with red My restless fancy guided me Into a happy privacy Where the embracing Trees had made A pleasant though yet leafless shade Each naked branch in coupling wise A pretty harmless love-knot ties From which conjunction Nature shoots Sweet blossoms and delicious fruits The winged musick of the Air Did to this am'rous Grove repair And with their tempting notes did grace The various pleasures of the place As I surpris'd with wonder sate Each Bird chose out his feather'd mate And seeming fearful of delay Through yielding Air they cut their way Some to the Woods some to the Groves To consummate their eager Loves So have I seen at Hymens feasts A company of youthful guests A thousand ways advance delight But when the long-wish'd lazy night To bed invokes the blushing Bride Loves endless quarrel to decide A silent envy spreads each face The Men wish his the Maids her place And e'r that single Wedding 's o're It gives a birth to many more Musing how pow'rful Nature was Sometimes through prickly thorns I pass Whose winding branches seem'd to court Me to attend the harmless sport Sometimes I walk by Crystal Springs Whose gliding streams in circling rings Unto the musick listning stood Till prest by the pursuing flood Their angry murmurs did betray How loth they were to pass away Grown weary with this pleasing sight Excess of pleasure dulls delight To rest my drowzy sense I sought The softest sweetest grassie plot But as I wand'red here and there A voice arrests my idle ear Which from a neighb'ring thicket flyes Drawn thither by my greedy Eyes Two loving Rogues within it lay And thus I heard the Puppets play Long did I muse but all in vain What wanton stars that day did reign But as my steps did homewards stray I met my Phoebe by the way My Phoebe whose commanding Eyes Had made my heart her Sacrifice To her fair hand I paid a kiss But she return'd a greater bliss Presenting Violets to me Good
morrow Valentine said she Prologue to a Play Acted privately PRologues those pleasing and successful ways To gain protection for ill written Plays Most useful are in our ingenious times To cloud brisk nonsense and amazing times Th' are interpos'd like flashy glaring light For they the judgment cheat as that the sight Now Poets like the worst Mechanicks grown Do rail at others ware to sell their own The last new Play still th' other house does huff To set some newer mess of folly off Poor harmless Punck they fiercely do abuse Because she did Heroick love refuse Or made the running Nag out-strip the Muse. Finding that Gallants now do Spaniel like Fawn most on those whose Satyrs deepest strike Fop Critick Flaxen Wig the Miss and Cit Are daily massacr'd by Prologue Wit A modish wheedle to amuse the Pit With dropping follyes of their own they drive them in That their great showr's of dogrel stuff may fall unseen From all this mighty pother we are free'd Our Play does no excuse or Prologue need He who all other Poets would devour Who swells with Poyson suck'd from ev'ry flowr Who rakes up dirt and lays it by his door To make his glitt'ring dross seem golden Ore Ev'n he when his Satyrick humour reign'd Permitted this rare Play to pass unstain'd Now to our selves By railing first your censures which we fear We may prevent or make them less severe But to oblige you rather we 'l believe None will so rudely take what we so freely give If any should condemn our harmless sport We will not plead high presidents from Court But with an equal rashness we 'l maintain If serious he 's a formal Fop whose brain Does envy what it never could attain The brisker Criticks we 'l debauch'd proclaim Mere noise and froth without or salt or flame How patiently the Verestreet croud do stay And for loud zealous nonsense weep and pray So eager are they to be led astray Had you but half their zeal for no expe 〈…〉 With founder reason and far better 〈…〉 You all may go much more reform'd from hence Prologue to a Play Acted privately I Know your thoughts and see in ev'ry Eye The dreadful marks of a censorious spie You come as modish wits to Church these times Not to reform but note the speakers crime Our case is hard we must be censur'd still For Acting first and then for Acting ill We want brave Scenes gay Clothes and Confidence More fit for Players than their Wit or Sense I 〈…〉 you would say now since 't is thus What 's thâ—ir design to fool themselves and us Tell me why with such mighty cost and care Our jaunty youth to Masquerades repair Why in such raptures they return back What sport what pleasures we have had dear Jack What Vizards O what Gowns didst thou but see 't When Do you know me now is all the Wit And stranger dresses daily fill the street Why some with dull discourse and forc'd Grimaces Take pains to be accounted serious asses Inspir'd by News and Coffee with what ease They manage Empires and command great Seas Wasting whole days in stories which they make More vain and empty than the smoke they take Tell me Why some in drunken frolicks spend the night To make one knock and cry I love the white Then frisk and roar until the active brain Too great and brave for Taverns to contain Leads them into Loves field to run at Tilt Where many wounds are giv'n when no blood's spilâ—â— The next dayes language to a friend is this Rare Mirth brisk Wine yet hang 't it cost a Piece But such a fine airy Wench Plague take the Whore The young man found she had the Pox before These things will be but Gentlemen we know That none of you were ever wheedl'd so Tell me why old sage Matron did of late Mourn o're her dog and let him lie in state Why some make visits six hours longs to know The health of Shock or of my Ladies Toe Why others to fond husbands do pretend They heard a Sermon when they met a friend A thousand such ill stories we may hear But we are confident there 's no such here Since humor shelters all the Vice in use We think this mirth of ours needs no excuse Y' are all our friends and ev'ry one 's a guest Then be like well-bred people at a Feast Who whether pleas'd or not still speak the best Epologue to the same NOw we have done our parts I do foresee We must the Audience you the Actors be And by your pithy Comments you will say You make a Farce much better than our Play Lord to what desp'rate terms we are brought For all that strive to be ingenious thought Will show their Rares of wit by finding fault Vain women cheated by a flatt'ring glass Which shows fine Charms and Colours in the face Are not with shame and anger more surpris'd When their conceited Beauty is despis'd Then we like them with scorn will hide our spight And that applause we could not gain will slight Men of the Gustan at the French house eat Many new dishes of the self same meat No dress not sauce their queazy sense controuls But Novelty alone commands their Souls If you 'l be modish you must do so too Our Play is old but all the Actors new Such Actors as both Theatres can't make Adzooks you are not Wits if this don't take If pleas'd y' are kind and wise but if you hiss We know who games who drinks who keeps the Miss Ladies your close Intrigues and Loves we know If y' are severe your secret crimes we 'l show We 'l do 't nay our revenge shall speak them worse So fare you well Gallants now take your course Prologue to Ev'ry Man out of his Humor Spoken by Mr. Hayns July 1675. SO fast from Plays approv'd and Actors known To drolling stroling Royal Troop you run That Hayns despaâ—ring is Religious grown So Crack enjoy'd the queazy Gallants slight And she though still her beauty 's in its height In rage turns Nun and goes to Heav'n in spight O Novelty who can thy pow'r oppose Polony Bear or strange Grimace out-goes Our finest language and our greatest shows As thick-scul'd Zealots who from Churches fly Think doleful nonsense good that makes them cry Y' are pleas'd and laugh because you know not why There ign'rant crouds round travel'd Gallants sit As am'rous youths round Vizards in our Pit And by their motions judg the Farces Wit If they but grin a jest is understood All laugh outright and cry I'gad that 's good When will our damn'd dull silly rogues do so Y' are very complaisant I fain would know Where lies the wit and pow'r of il ohe The modish Nymphs now ev'ry heart will win With the surprising ways of Harlequin O the fine motion and the jaunty mene While you Gallants Who for dear Missie ne'r can do to much Make Courtships alamode de Scarramouch Ha ha
To ruine them they equally combine So Lawyers rail in parties at the Bar But on the Clients lay the charge o' th' War Therefore they for their Epilogue chose me A stranger and from either Faction free Young Innocent and what is more a Maid If this won't do what can your smiles persuade Nay let me tell you but let not them hear These Indians are not what they do appear If they are pleas'd none knows what you may get For they have Mines were ne'r discover'd yet Which frowns or fiercest torments cannot find In that th' are all of Montezuma's mind But by your kindness and obliging Arts You may command their Treasure and their Hearts Prologue to Psyche Debauch'd PSyche debauch'd poor Soul she made great hast I knew the jilting Quean could never last Five weeks she must perhaps decay more fast As our friend Nicander has it Whilst our rich neighbors mock our Farce we know Already th' utmost of their Puppet-show Since they 'gainst Nature go they Heav'n offend If Nature's purpose then cross Nature's end Unnat ' ral Nature is not Nature's friend There 's Nature for you As Aesop's Cat drest like a Lady this At first surpris'd now where 's the gaudy Miss You saw and knew and left her in a trice None but the Dirty Rout would like her twice Their well-drest frolick once may please the Eye But Plays like Women can't so satisfie Ye masked Nymphs can tell there 's something in ye Besides the painted face that gets the penny Yet all the fame you give 'em we 'l allow To their best Plays and their best Actors too That is the Painter Carpenter and Show Beaumont and Fletcher Poet and Devaâ— But Sirs free harmless mirth you here condemn And Clap at down-right baudery in them In Epsom-wells for example Are they not still for pushing Nature on Till Nature's feat thus in your sight is done O Lord Let 's take off Psyche's borrow'd plumes a while Hopkins and Sternhold rise and claim your stile Dread Kings of Brentford leave Lardella's Herse Psyche's despairing Lovers steal your Verse And let Apollo's Priest restore again What from the nobler Mamamouchy's ta'n Let them restore your treble prices too To see how strangely they did bubble you It made me blush and that I seldom do Now Psyche's strip'd from all her gay attire Tè dè Pollykagathoy behold the fire But O a long farewel to all this sort Which Musick Scenes nor Preface can't support Or if they cou'd who cares a farthing for 't Epilogue to the same NOw to get off gadzooks what shall we do 'T is plain my friends that we have chous'd you too Our Psyche that so pleasantly appears Has prov'd as very a jilting Crack as theirs When your high hopes for Beauty were prepar'd To meet a common ill-drest thing 't is hard But pardon us and your resentments smother We promise you e'r long a touch with t'other Song ALas my Coy Phillis this humour 's too old Pish fie and for shame are too silly from you For your looks your sighs and your blushes have told That your Vows to cry out will never prove true Then away with this folly and let 's to the thing for I'faith I must water my Nag at the Spring Elyzium's a trick and the Shades but a cheat To chear up some over-grown slighted old Maid If my Phillis should live to that wretched Estate How she would repent that I heard when she praid Then away with this folly c. For I'faith c. Like zealous Platonicks we 'l rail at all sin I 'll praise thy great merits and thou cry up mine To practise in private we 'll lock our selves in And while silly soft mortals believe us divine We 'll laugh at their folly and turn up the thing And I'faith I will water my Nag at the Spring O'recome with my Passion and noble intent My Phillis imbrac'd me and led my Nag on He dash'd up the water each step that he went But alass Sir she cry'd how soon he has done Your Nag's a May-Colt and deserves no good thing For I'faith he lies down in the middle of the Spring The serious Thought I. O Wretched state of helpless man Flatter'd with lofty sounds of sov'reign pow'r O're ev'ry Creature he is said to reign Yet only drags a longer chain Ordain'd a slave to ev'ry fatal hour And ev'ry cruel thought 's his Emperour II. Reason that golden Calf to which we fall Form'd of those various toys despairing Souls And sullen Stoicks to their comforts call Our pleasure and our happiness controuls To torments it directs an easie way But when delight with smiling looks To soft intrancing bliss invokes Virtue we Virtue must obey Virtue that dull fantastick edgless tool The stalking Horse of ev'ry Pedants School The beggar's Tyrant but the rich man's Fool For Gold to any shape 't will move And be what ever-Monarchs love Yet this confines our hands and eyes While ev'ry creature we despise Freely injoys those sweets for which man dies III. Why was I born a slave to Nature's law Subject to frail desires of flesh and blood Eager to â—ast each beautious pleasing good If other rigid rules my thoughts must awe A servant to one mighty pow'r ordain'd And to the dictates of another chain'd Is 't justice to impose upon the heart Law less desires of love and then To call that Passion sin And for relief add torments to the smart Hear me ye pow'rs divine All hearts and pow'rs to yours their strength resign Pardon my thoughts or else my thoughts confine IV. Thou glorious torment of my life Too dear Francelia with whose eyes alone The gods could in my heart raise Love a throne And set my peaceful thoughts at strife Despise my heart no more for 't is the shrine Where thy fair Image will for ever shine Pardon the fierce complaints to which I 'm driv'n Or my loud Passion do not blame If thy injustice it proclaim Since it has rashly dar'd to question Heav'n I can no more endure this lukewarm state This Purgatory where I dwell Between Love's Paradise and Hell Celia I dare my fate And am prepar'd to meet thy Love or Hate V. Alas I fain would be deceiv'd and find Some change in thy obdurate mind Still like a desp'rate loosing gamester I throw on Urging ill fortune till my stock of hope is gone With gradual losses tyr'd I now set all O Love be kind or let me quickly fall 'T is not O Celia 't is not well To cheat your truest Lover with a smile And to another give that heart for which I toil Yet 't is more cruel far Your final doom not to declare But let me still love on and still despair To Celia LOve with which I long have been possest Does like an evil spirit haunt my brest Sleeping or waking it allows no rest When with strong Reason I would drive it thence It puts new tortures upon ev'ry sense My Passion to