The Storm.

[...] HArk, hark, hark, the Storm grows loud, the day's wrap'd up in a sullen Cloud: Hark, hark, the Tempest sings the Seamans dirge, and flings the tost up Waves to fatal show'rs; And those that never Pray'd before, call now upon some unknown Pow'rs. Hark, hark, the tackling justle, the Seamen bustle, Crack, crack; down goes the Main mast, down, down, down; hark how they groan; Hark, hark, amongst the rest, I hear some sighs like mine; 'tis from a Lover sure: Ye pow'rs Divine, calm, calm this ungentle rage, the Storm asswage, pi╌ty a Lo╌vers woe, and let kind Neptune now his Trident shew. See, it grows calm, the Storms now cease; and all the Ocean's face shews smiles of peace.

[...] CHeer up my Mates, the Wind doth fairly blow; clap on more Sails, and never spare. Farewell all Lands, for now we are in the wide Sea of Drink; and merrily, merrily, merrily we go. Bless me! 'tis hot; another bowl of Wine, and we shall cut the burning Line: Hey boys she scudds a­way, and by my head I know we round the World are sailing now. What dull men are those that tarry at home, when abroad they may wantonly rome; and gain such experience, and spy to such Countries and wonders as I do! But prethee good Pilot, take heed what you do, and fail not to touch at PERƲ; with Gold there our Vessel we'll store, and never, never be poor, and never be poor any more.

A 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] THus Cupid commences his rapes and Vagaries, and sports himself with Female passions; A thousand times over he changes and varies their Fancies as oft as their Fashions: A world of fine Stratagems he exercises, his Pow'r to increase, and inlarge his Dominions; Though his force be but feeble; by fraud he surprizes the Lord knows how many millions: With his Songs and his Sonnets, his Tales and Romances, he works on the hearts of the poor silly Lover; Whose want of dis­cretion his Trade so advances, since he none of his cheats can discover: But his greatest design, and where­in he most glories, by which the whole world is so willingly cheated; Is to cog and dissemble, and [Page 4] [...] tell lying Stories, as Women love best to be treated. Now you that from Love are resolv'd to be Free-man, take heart and be noble, be active, and jolly; for to pine for a Mistriss, you never shall see man, who yields not to love Me╌lan╌chol╌ly.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] AFter the pangs of a desparate Lover, when day and night I have sigh'd all in vain; Ah! what a pleasure it is to dis╌co╌ver, in her Eyes Pity who causes my Pain.

[...] RUn to Loves Lottery, run Maids and rejoice; whilst seeking your chance you meet your own choice: And boast that your luck you help with design, by praying cross-legg'd to St. Va╌len╌tine. Hark, hark, a Prize is drawn, and Trumpets sound, Tan ta ra ra ra, Tan ta ra ra ra, Tan ta ra ra ra, hark Maids, more Lotts are drawn; prizes abroad, Dub dub a dub a dub, the Drum now beats, and Dub a dub a dub Eccho repeats; as if at night the god of War had made Loves Queen a skirmish for a Serenade. Hast, hast, fair Maids, and come away; The Priest attends your

Bridegrooms stay: Roses and Pinks will be strown where you go, whilst I walk in shades of willow, willow. [Page 6] [...] When I am dead, let him that did slay me, be but so good as kindly to lay me there where neg­lected Lovers mourn, where Lamps and hallowed Tapers burn: Where Clerks in Quires sad Dirges sing; where sweetly Bells at Burials ring. My rose of Youth is gone; with'red as soon as blown: Lovers go ring my Knell, Beauty and Love farewell. And lest Virgins for╌sa╌ken should per­haps be mi╌sta╌ken in seeking my Grave; Alas, let them know, I lye near a shade of Willow, Willow: I lye near a shade of Willow, Willow.

[...] WHen Co╌ri╌don, a Slave, did lye entangled in his Phillis Eye; how did he sigh, how did he groan, how melancholly was his tone! He told his story to the Woods; and wept his passion by the Floods: Yet Phillis, cruel Phillis, too to blame, regarded nor his suff'rings, nor his Flame. Then Co╌ri╌don re╌solv'd no more his Mi╌stress mer╌cy to im­plore; How did he laugh, how did he sing, how did he make the Forrest ring! He told his Conquest to the Woods; And drown his passion in the Floods: Then Phillis, cru╌el Phillis, less severe, would have had him; but he would none of her.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] CAlm was the Ev'ning and clear was the Sky, and the sweet budding Flowers did spring, when all alone went A╌min╌tor and I, to hear the sweet Nigh╌tin╌gale sing; I sate and he laid him down by me, and scarcely his breath he could draw: But when with a fear he began to come near, he was dash'd with a Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] FArewel fair Ar╌mi╌da, my Joy and my Grief, in vain I have Lov'd you, and hope no relief: Undone by your Virtue too strict and se╌vere; Your Eyes gave me Love, and you gave me dispair. Now call'd by my Honour, I seek with content, the Fate which in pi╌ty you would not prevent: To Languish in Love, were to find by de╌lay a Death that's more welcome the speedier way.

Captain DIGBY's Farewell. A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] ANd I'le go to my Love where he lies in the Deep, and in my embra╌ces my Dearest shall sleep: When we wake, the kind Dolphins to╌gether shall throng, and in Chariots of Shells shall draw us a╌long.

[...] FOr my Love sleeps now in a Wat'ry Grave, and hath nothing to shew for his Tomb but a Wave: I'le kiss his dear lips than the Coral more red, that grows where he lies in his Wat'ry bed. Ah! Ah! Ah my Love's dead! There was not a Bell, but a Triton's Shell to Ring, to Ring out his Knell.

[...] I Pass all my hours in a shady old Grove, but I live not the day when I see not my Love: I survey ev'ry walk now my Phillis is gone, and sigh when I think we were there all a╌lone: Oh then 'tis! Oh then! that I think there's no Hell, like Loving, like Loving too well.

[...] O Love! if e're thou'lt ease a Heart that owns thy pow'r di╌vine, and bleeds with thy too cru╌el dart, and pants with never ceasing smart; take pi╌ty now on mine. Under thy shades I fainting lye; a thousand times I wish to dye: But when I find cold death too nigh, I grieve to lose my pleasing pain, and call my wishes back again.

[...] THus all our lives long we're frolick a [...]d gay; and instead of Court Revels, we me╌ri╌ly play at Trap and at Kettles, at Barly-break run, at Goff and at Stool-ball; and when we have done these in╌no╌cent Sports, we laugh and lie down, and to each pret╌ty Lass we give a green Gown.

[...] A Lover I'm Born, and a Lover I'le be; and hope from my Love I shall ne╌ver be free. Let wisdom abound in the grave Woman-hater; yet never to Love, is a sign of ill Nature: But he who loves well, and whose Passion is strong, can never be wretched, but e╌ver be Young.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHen Au╌re╌lia first I Courted, she had Youth and Beauty too; killing Pleasures when she sported, and her Charms were e╌ver new. Conqu'ring Time hath [Page 15] [...] now deceiv'd her; which her glories did uphold: All her Arts can ne're retrieve her; poor Au╌re╌lia growing old.

[...] MIne own Sa╌bi╌na, come along, the subject of my Song, for thee I long: Then know, my pretty Sweetest, know, since thou lovest me, I'le fancy nothing in the World but thee: I'le fancy nothing in the World but thee.

[...] AH, Co╌ri╌don! in vain you boast, you still do Clo ris Love; far better 'tis your heart were lost, than thus sus╌pi╌tious prove: You then would kill me by disdain, but dying thus, you blot my Name. For all will say, Cloris was false, and went astray: Cloris was false, and did deserve her shame.

[...] TOo justly, alass! and yet so much in vain, of a fate too severe, may the Lover complain; whose soul is di╌vi╌ded, and tort'red like mine, when his Duty forbids what his Love does injoyn. Then patience in vain, doth a passion withstand; for we cannot obey, when we cannot command.

[...] CAn Lu╌cia╌mi╌ra so mistake, to perswade me to fly; 'tis cruel kind, for my own sake to counsel me to dye: Like those faint souls, who cheat themselves of breath; and dye, for fear of death.

[...] SInce we, poor slavish Women, know, our Men we cannot pick and chuse: To him we Love, why say we, No? and both our time and labour lose. By our put offs, and fond de­lays [Page 19] [...] a Lovers ap╌pe╌tite we pall; and if too long the Gallant stays, his Stomachs gone for good and all.

[...] SOme happy soul come down and tell what Joys are those with you do dwell: If it be happiness like ours below, which from our want of ills does only flow: Then, then 'tis plain, that mighty theam of Im╌mor╌ta╌li╌ty is but a Dream.

[...] PHillis, the time is come that we must fever; long have we linger'd 'twixt kindness and strife: And though we promis'd our selves to love ever, there is a fate in Love, as well as Life. So many jealousies daily we try, sometime we freez, and then sometimes we fry; that Love in Colds, or in Feavers will dye.

[...] ILe have no more dealings, fond Cu╌pid, with thee; so much I'm a friend to my dear li╌ber╌tie: 'Twas passion for Beauty, that kindled my fire; but thanks be to reason that check'd my desire. My sighs and my fears, they were formerly spent for Love; I make use of them now to re╌pent: If e're by chance, I hear talk of black Eyes; I fall to my Pray'rs, and the Ill spirit flyes.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] HOw strangely severe, and unjust are we grown! For we punish in all the Of­fences of one: While dissembling Amintas, a Passion did fain, I Damon's Affections re­turn'd with disdain; and gave more belief to the Shepherd that swore, than to him who did faithfully Love and A╌dore.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHilst A╌lex╌is lay prest in her Arms he lov'd best, with his hand round her neck, and his head on her breast: He found the fierce pleasure too hasty to stay, and his soul in a [Page 23] [...] Tempest just flying a╌way.

[...] OF all the brisk Dames, Misselina for me; for I love not a Woman un­less she be free. The Affection that I to my Mistress do pay, grows weary, unless she does meet it half way. There can be no pleasure, 'till humours do hit; and jumping's as good in affection as Wit.

[...] AT the sight of my Phillis, through every part, a Spring-tide of Joy doth flow up to my Heart; which quickens each Pulse, and swells e╌ve╌ry Vein, yet all my Delights are still mingled with Pain.

[...] BUt the Boy is much grown, and so alter'd of late, he's become a more furious passion than hate, since by Phillis restor'd to the Empire of hearts, he has new strung his Bow, and sharpen'd his Darts; and strictly the rights of his Crown to maintain, he breaks ev'ry Heart, and turns ev'╌ry Brain.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] MY Youth I kept free from all thoughts of care, And guarded it safe from the Black and the Fair; So stubborn I was, that I laugh'd at the pains Men took to be wretched, and loaded with Chains: But when I the Charms of my Phil╌lis did see, I rendred my Heart, and refus'd to be free.

[...] WHat fancies of Pleasure doth Love all alone propose to it self, when the Object is gone. But, a╌lass! how vain is the strength of that Joy, which a word or a frown, has pow'r to destroy.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] I Languish all night, and sigh all the day, and much to be pity'd I am: E're since your bright Eyes my Heart did surprize, I could not extinguish the flame. But since you have known my heart is your own, that before was so kind, now scornful are grown: If so [Page 27] [...] cruel you prove to the man that you Love. Ah, Phillis! ah, Phillis! what fate, a╌lass, is re­serv'd for the man that you hate.

[...] LEt Fortune and Phillis frown if they please, we'll no more on their Deities call: Nor trouble the Fates, but I'le give my self ease, and be happy in spight of them all. I will have my Phillis, if I once go about her; or if I have not, I live better without her.

[...] GIve o're foolish heart, and make hast to despair; For Daphne re­gards not thy Vows nor thy Pray'r: When I plead for thy passion, thy pains to prolong: She courts her Gittar, and replyes with a Song. No more shall true Lovers such beauties adore: Were the gods so severe, men would worship no more.

[...] WHere e╌ver I am, or what e╌ver I do, my Phillis is still in my mind: When angry, I mean not to Phillis to go; my feet of themselves the way find. Unknown to my self, I am just at her door; and when I would rail, I can bring out no more. Then Phillis, too fair and unkind: Then Phillis too fair and un╌kind.

[...] NOw affairs of the State are already decreed, make room for affairs of the

Court: Imployment, and pleasure, each other succeed; because they each other support. Were

Princes confin'd from slacking their mind; when by care it is ruffled and curld: A Crown would ap­pear too heavy to wear; and no man would Govern the World.

[...] HOw severe is forgetful old Age, to confine a poor Lover so! that I almost despair to see even the Air; much more my dear Damon, hey ho! Though I whisper my sighs out alone, I am trac'd wheresoever I go; that some treacherous Tree hides this old man from [Page 31] [...] me; and there he counts ev'ry Hey ho! hey ho!

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] THe Nymph that undoes me, is fair and unkind; no less than a wonder by nature de­sign'd: She's the grief of my Heart, the joy of my Eye; And the Cause of a Flame that never can dye: She's the grief of my Heart, and joy, of my Eye; and the Cause of a Flame, that never can dye.

[...] HOw unhappy a Lover am I, whilst I sigh for my Phillis in vain: All my hopes of delight are a╌nother man's right; who is happy, whilst I am in pain. Since her honour af­fords no re╌lief, but to pi╌ty the pains which you bear: 'Tis the best of your fate in a hopeless e­state, to give o're, and betimes to de╌spair.

[...] WHy Phillis, to me, so untrue and unkind? Remember the Vow which you made; Though Love cannot see, let not Honour be blind, whereon is the other betray'd.

[...] Though, Sir, to your Bed, true Alleg'ance I vow'd:

[...] I am not oblig'd by that Oath:

[...] No longer than you keep both constant and true:

[...] The same Vow ob╌li╌geth us both.

[...] ON the bank of a Brook as I sat fishing; hid in the Osiers that grew on the side; I over╌heard a Nymph and Shepherd wishing, no time or fortune their Love might de­vide: To Cupid and Venus each off'red a Vow, to Love e╌ver as they Love now.

[...] PHillis for sh [...]me let us improve a thousand sev'ral wayes, these few short Minutes snatch'd by Love from ma╌ny tedious days. Whilst you want courage to despise the [Page 35] [...] censures of the Grave; for all the tyrants in your eyes, your heart is but a slave.

[...] WHy should a foolish Marriage Vow, which long agoe was made, oblige us to each other now, when passion is de╌cay'd? We loved and lov'd, as long as we could, 'till our Love was lov'd out of us both. But the Marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled; 'twas pleasure first made it an Oath.

[...] AS I walk'd in the Woods, one Ev'ning of late, a Lass was de­ploring her hapless estate; In a languishing posture, poor Maid, she appears, all swell'd with her Sighs, and blubb'd with her Tears. She Cry'd and she Sobb'd, and I found it was all, for a little of that which Harry gave Doll.

[...] BEneath a Mirtle shade, which Love for none but happy Lovers made, I slept; and streight my Love before me brought, Phillis, the Object of my waking thought: Undrest she comes, my flames to meet; whilst Love straw'd flow'rs beneath her Feet, so prest by her, became, became more sweet.

[...] HOw pleasant is mutual Love, if it's true; Then Phillis let us our Af­fections u╌nite; For the more you love me, and the more I love you, The more we contribute to each others delight. But they who enjoy, without loving first, still Eat without Stomach and drink without thirst.

[...] LEt's drink, dear Friends, let's drink, the time flyes fast away; And we no lei╌sure have to think, then let's make use on't whilst we may. When the black Lake [Page 39] [...] we have past, farewell to Wine, to Love, and Pleasure; to Drink, to Drink, let's then make hast, to Drink we always shan't have leasure. Let's Love, let's Drink, whilst we have breath; no Love nor Drinking after Death.

[...] FIll round the Health, good natur'd, and free; Let the States╌men po╌li╌tick be: No custom our joys shall deter, this is bliss; Each Lady has her Gallant, each Man has his Miss. On this side, and this, let us Kiss, let us Kiss, Al╌a╌mode d' Angleter: On this side, and this, let us Kiss, let us Kiss, Al╌a╌mode d' Angleter.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] COme lay by your Cares, and hang up your Sorrow, drink on, he's a Sot, that e're thinks of to Morrow: Great store of good Clarret supplys ev'ry thing; and the man that is Drunk is as great as a King.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] BE Jolly my Friends, for the Money we spend, on Women and Wine, to our selves we do lend: The Ladies Embraces, and our Carbuncl'd Faces, will gain us more credit than the Muses or Graces.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] ME-thinks the poor Town has been troubled too long, with Phillis and Cloris in e╌ve╌ry Song: By Fools, who at once can both Love and despair; And will never leave calling them Cruel and Fair. Which justly provokes me in Rhime to express, The truth that I know of Bonny Black Bess.

[...] HOw bon╌ny and brisk; Ah! how pleasant and sweet were Jenny and I, whilst my Passion was strong? So eager╌ly each others flame we did meet, that a minutes de­lay then appear'd to be long. The Vows that I made her, she seal'd with a Kiss, 'till my Soul I had lost in a rapture of Bliss.

[...] AH, false Amin╌tas, can that hour so soon forgotten be, when first I [Page 43] [...] yielded up my pow'r, to be betray'd by thee: Heav'n knows with how much Innocence, I did my Heart resign unto thy faithless Eloquence, and gave thee what was mine.

[...] WHen Thirsis did the splendid Eye of Phillis, his fair Mistress spy; Was ever such a glorious Queen, said he, unless in Heaven seen?

[...] TEll me, Amintas, Cloris cries, as she was sitting by him, if there be such a thing as Love, how happ'st we cannot spy him? Because to see a god, quoth he, to Mor╌tals is for­bidden; but in thine Eyes ev'n now he lyes, and in thy Bo╌som hidden.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] I Am no subject unto fate; the pow'r assum'd, I give to you: Whether re­turning Love or Hate, which falls in storms or gentle dew.

[...] INsult not too much on thy fading success; for all that thou hast, I before did pos­sess: I know, my proud rival, how happy thou art; I know all thy Joys, and each thought of thy Heart: To tempt thee, those pleasures were taken from me, to gain a new Beauty, he'll take them from thee.

A 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] GOd Cupid for certain, as foolish as blind, to settle his heart upon people un­kind; his punishment's just, for not having regard to the gentle Complyer, but ungrateful and hard: And you'l find it for e╌ver like Oracle true, Love will fly the pursuer, the flyer pur╌sue.

[...] OH! name not the day, least my Senses reprove, and curse my kind Heart from the Knowledge of Love: Ah, the ignorant Fate of a fearful young Lover, when a sign is return'd, not t' have Wit to discover. To delay a kind Nymph from her hour of design, is to digg for a Treasure, and sink in the Mine.

[...] TO what modest grief is a Lover confin'd, when the Tongue dares not utter the truth of the Heart: Yet it strengthens the force in a Generous mind, and makes him still [Page 47] [...] think what his Love would impart: For the more he loves on, the more happy 'twill prove, when he comes to appearance, to plead for his Love.

[...] THe day you wish'd, arriv'd at last; you wish as much that it were past: One Minute more, and night will hide the Bridegroom, and the blushing Bride. The Virgin now to Bed does go; take care, oh Youth! she rise not so: She pants and trembles at her doom, and sighs, and wishes thou would come.

[...] PHillis, oh! turn that Face away, whose splendor but benights my day: Sad Eyes like mine, and wounded Hearts, shun the bright rayes which Beauty darts. Unwelcome is that Sun, which pries into those shades where Sor╌row lies.

[...] WHy, O Cupid! so long hast thou shun'd me? my disdains, alass, have undone me: Since you've left me to choose at my Pleasure, I have robb'd my poor heart of its Treasure. And now I Pine, and Mourn, and all in vain; for the only man I love, alass! is gone.

[...] BEauty no more shall suffer Eclips, nor jealousie dare to confine the pow'r of those Eyes, or use of those Lips, which nothing but kindness design. Our Ladies shall be as frolick as we; nor shall Husband or Father repine: Our Ladies shall be as frolick as we; nor shall Husband or Father repine.

A 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] LOng betwixt hope and fear, Phillis tormented, shun'd her own wish, yet at last she consented: But loth that day should her blushes dis╌co╌ver; Come gentle night, she said, Come quickly to my aid; And a poor shame-fac'd Maid hide from her Lover.

[...] A╌Mintas led me to a Grove, where all the Trees did shade us; the Sun it self, though it had strove, it could not have betray'd us: The place secur'd from humane Eyes, no [Page 51] [...] other fear allows; but when the Winds that gently rise, do kiss the yielding Bows.

[...] WHen a Woman that's Buxom, a Dotard does Wed, 'tis a Madness to think she'd be ty'd to his Bed: For who can resist a Gallant that is Young, and a Man A╌la­mode in his Garb and his Tongue: His Looks have such Charms, and his Language such force; that the drowsie Mechanick's a Cuckold of course.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] LO behind a Scene of Seas, under a Canopy of Trees; The fair new golden world was laid sleeping, like a harmless Maid; 'till alass, she was betray'd: In such shades Ʋ­rania lay, 'till Love discover'd out a way. And now she cryes, some pow'r above, save me from this Tyrant Love.

[...] A╌Mintas that true hearted Swain, upon a Rivers Bank was laid; where to the pitying Streams he did complain, on Sylvia, that false charming Maid: But she was still regardless of his Pain. O! faithless Sylvia, would he cry, and when he said the

Eccho did reply, Be kind, or else I dye, I dye; Be kind, or else I dye, I dye.

Be kind, or else I dye, I dye; Be kind, or else I dye, I dye.

A 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] O The time that is past, when she held me so fast; And declar'd that her Honour no longer could last: When no light, but her languishing Eyes did appear, to pre­vent all ex╌cu╌ses of Blushes and Fear.

[...] NAy, let me alone, I protest I'le be gone; 'Tis a folly to think I'le be subject to one: Never hope to confine a young Gallant to Dine, like a Scholar of Oxford, on [Page 55] [...] nought but the Loyn. For after enjoyment, our Bellies are full, and the same dish again, makes the Ap╌pe╌tite dull.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHat Madness it is, to give over our Drinking; when Apollo's quite Drunk, you may know by his Winking: His Face is on flame, and his Nose is so red, it predicts he is sleepy and goes Drunk to Bed. Let him Sleep to grow Sober, while we tarry hear, and Drink 'till the morning appear.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] COme away, to'ther Glass, he's a temperate Ass, that refuses his brimmer of Rhenish; while our Bottles go round, a new way we have found, both our Heads, and our Veins to re­plenish: We'll be witty and brave, when our Noddles are full, whilst the Sober young Fop is but pru╌dent╌ly dull.

[...] TIs the Grape that dis╌co╌vers the Passionate Lovers, and makes the coy Miss to resign: To the Rose then repair, to Canary, to cheer our Souls, and our Spirits refine.

[...] I Languish for one that ne're thinks of me; And all my vain hopes now turn to despair: The Complaints which I utter, oh, Love! against thee, are nothing so great as my sufferings are. Then cease by your pow'r, to add to my pain, lest Death by a greater puts an end to your reign.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] AH, cruel Eyes! that first enflam'd my poor resistless heart; that when I would my thoughts have blam'd, they still increase the smart: What pow'r above creates such Love to languish with desire? May some disdain encrease my pain, or may the flame expire.

[...] AWay with the silly blind god, and his Darts, who makes such a bustle, and noise in the Town, with Wounding, Surprizing, and Breaking of Heart; from the proud [Page 59] [...] Gallant at Court, to the Clown: Some Rebel 'gainst reason, at first did bestow, t'excuse his own Madness, his Folly, and Passion; forg'd Power on Venus, on Cupid a Bow; when all's but Pri­a╌pus drest up in the Fashion.

A 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] HOw oft have I bid defiance in vain to the little Boy Cupid, to Beauty and Love? How oft have I Laught when I heard men complain, that their Mistress unkind, and unconstant did prove? Yet do what we can, or say what we list, Love is a Passion, which none can resist.

[...] WHen first my free heart was surpriz'd by desire, so soft was the wound, and so gentle the fire; my sighs was so sweet, and so pleasant the smart, I pity'd the Slave, who had ne're lost his Heart. He thinks himself happy and free; but alass! he is far from that heaven which Lovers possess.

[...] WEre Caelia but as Chast as Fair, how could I kiss the Snare; and never be weary of [Page 61] [...] my Cap╌ti╌vi╌tie: But she's a Whore that cools my Blood, Oh! that she were less handsome or more good.

[...] OF all the gay Ladies that walk the brisk Town, my Sylvia for Beauty has got the Renown; Her carriage, where ever she comes do surprize, she wounds with her Wit and she kills with her Eyes: So Jaunty, so pretty, so full of Delight, she laughs all the day, and loves all the night.

A. 2. Voc Cantus & Bassus.

[...] LOng since, fair, Clorinda, my passion did move, whilst under my friendship I cover'd my Love; but now I must speak, though I fear 'tis in vain; 'tis too late in my death, to de­semble my pain: In telling my Love, though I fear she'll deny; I shall ease my sad heart, and more qui╌et╌ly dye.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] AH, Phillis! would the gods decree, that you might Love, and none but me, I'de quit what e're I lov'd before, and ne're importune Heaven more: Heaven a╌bove, my [Page 63] [...] hopes would be, to be belov'd again by thee.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHen first I saw fair Caelias Face, so full of Majesty and Grace, As potent Armies do attaque the place, which can't resistance make: So she by pow'r has made her way un­to my heart, and there does stay, re╌cei╌ving homage, which I pay.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] FIE, Cloris, 'tis sil╌ly to sigh thus in vain; 'tis sil╌ly to pi╌ty the Lovers you've slain: If still you continue your Slaves to deride, the Compassion you feign, will be taken for Pride: And sorrow for sin, can never be true, in one that does daily com­mit it a new.

[...] WRong not your lovely Eyes! my Fair, so much as to suspect the charms that on a╌no╌thers are, can make me yours neglect: Wrong not, my Love! where you a╌dore, with such re╌spect to say, that this respect is just no more than I to others pay.

[...] AH, fading Joy! how quickly art thou past, yet we thy ruin hast? And what too soon would dye, help to destroy; as if the cares of Humane life were few, we seek out new, And follow Fate, which will too fast pursue. In vain does Natures bounteous hand suppy what pevish Mortals to themselves deny. See how, on ev'ry bough the Birds express in their wild Notes, their happiness: Not anxious, how to get or spare, they on their Mother Nature lay their care. Why then should Man, the Lord of all below, such troubles chuse to know, as none of all his subjects undergo?

[...] HArk! hark! the Wa [...]ers fall, fall, fall; and with a murm'ring sound, dash, dash, against the HArk! hark! the Waters fall, fall, fall; and with a murm'ring sound, dash, dash, against the HArk! hark! the Waters fall, fall, fall; and with a murm'ring sound, dash, dash, against the ground, to gen╌tle Slumbers call. ground, to gen╌tle Slumbers call. ground, to gen╌tle Slumbers call.

[...] SInce, Phillis, we find we grow so inclind, that we dare not bid Love quite de╌fiance; Yet let us be wise, and with freedom advise so to make up a triple alliance: For why should we lose, what most Creatures use, the freedom of Natures great Charter; Let us use Love as Chance, not as god of Ro­mance, and dye like the Fool, or the Martyr.

[...] WHen I shall leave this clod of Clay; when I shall see that happy day, that a cold Bed, a winding Sheet, shall end my Cares, my Griefs, and Tears; And lay me silent at my Conqu'rors feet: When a dear Friend shall say, He's gone, alass! he's left us all alone: I saw him gasping, and I saw him strive in vain, amidst his pain; His Eye-strings breaking, and his falling Jaw: Then shall no Tears bedew my Hearse, no sad uncomfortable Verse my unlamented death shall shade: He, who alive, did never grieve, how can he be less merry in the Grave. [Page 69] [...] Then Friends, for a while, be Merry without me; And as fast as you Dye, come flocking about me: In Gardens and Groves, our day Revels we'll keep, and at night my Theorbo shall Rock you asleep: So happy we'll prove, that Mortals above, shall envy our Musick, shall en╌vy our Love.

[...] WHat Sighs and Groans now fills my breast, and suffers me to take no rest for my Carmelia? Oh! she's gone, and left me here to Mourn alone: But, is she dead? then I'le go see, if in her Grave there's room for mee.

[...] FOrgive me Jove! or if there be a kinder god above, forgive a Re╌bel to the Pow'r of Love: Here me, kind Cupid, and accept my Vow, mine, who devoutly at thine Altar bow: O! hear me now, Dorin╌da, hear; and what I've done amiss, pardon, and seal that pardon with a Kiss. Stay! me-thinks the shelting Saint, Kindly Eccho's my complaint: Look! I fancy, I descry pity dropping from her Eye; Hark! she says, Philander, live, all thy Errors I forgive: And now, ah me! to repent I begin, that against so much goodness I ever should sin; But never again, oh! never will I offend my Dorinda, for sooner I'le dye.

[...] IS Caeladon unkind! it cannot be; or is he so unconstant grown, to slight my Vows and break his own? No, oh no! forbid it Heav'n, it cannot be: Then my good Angel, whether, whether, whether is he fled? Tell me, oh, tell me softly! Is he dead? Ah Prophetick soul, forbear, least I languish in despair; No, my heart, when e're he dies, in the pain must Sympathize; since my Soul and his are one, I cannot live or dye alone. Flo╌rel╌la forbear to distrust or re­pine, since his love and his suff'rings are equal with mine: And when he returns, If ever again; we'll Kiss away Sorrow, and Laugh away Pain.

[...] IF languishing Eye, without language can move, I have long told my Phillis, I dye for her Love: Ah, pity that Passion, which words cannot speak! could I tell what I feel, my poor heart would not break.

[...] AH! what shall we do, when our Eyes are surrounded with Beauties, like you! our Hearts must be wounded: If we flye from the War, your darts do o're-take us; and if we stay there, your Captives you make us. Engaging or flying, we are sure to be slain; then who is so mad such a Fight to maintain?

DORINDA Lamenting the loss of her AMINTAS.

[...] ADieu to the Pleasures and Follies of Love; for a Passion more Noble my Fancy does move: My Shepherd is Dead, and I Live to proclaim, in sorrowful Notes, my A­mintas his Name. The Wood-Nymphs reply, when they hear me complain, Thou never shalt see thy A╌min╌tas again: For Death has befriended him, Fate has de╌fended him; None, none a­live, is so happy a Swain.

[...] THe Delights of the Bottle, and the Charms of good Wine, To the Pow'r and the Pleasures of Love must resign; Though the Night in the Joys of good Drinking be past, The Debauches but 'till the next morning doth last: But Loves great Debauch is more lasting and strong, for that often lasts a Man all his Life long.

[...] AH, how long have I fed my desires, with the hopes you'd be kinder at last: But in vain have I strove, to perswade you to Love; 'till the pleasure of Courtship is past. Yet I [Page 75] [...] will not, I cannot, ex╌tin╌guish my Fire; but I must, I must e╌ver, for e╌ver admire.

[...] I Must confess, not many Years ago, 'twas death when e're my Mistress Answer'd, No; Then was I subject to her Female Yoke, and stood or fell by ev'ry word she spoke: But now I find th' Intriegues of Love to be, nought but the Follies of our In╌fan╌cie.

A Northern Song, to a Northern Tune.

[...] SIt thee down by me, mine own Joy, Thou'z quite kill me, should'st thou prove coy: Should'st thou prove Coy and not Love me; Oh! where should I find out sik a yan as thee.

A Northern Song. A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WIlly was so blith an Lad, ne'an like was in the Town; at Wake and Wassel Willy had for Dancing chief Renown: He pitch'd the Bar, and hurl'd the Stean, n [...]'a man cou'd him out gang; And if he stave with a╌ny man, he gard him lig a lang.

[...] SInce Caelia's my foe, to a Desart I'le goe, where some River for ever shall Eccho my Woe: The Trees will appear more relenting than her; In the Morning adorning each Leaf with a Tear. When I make my sad moan to the Rocks all a╌lone, from each Hollow will follow a pi╌ty╌ful groan: But with silent disdain, she requites all my pain, to my Mourning re╌tur╌ning no Answer a╌gain.

[...] HOw large an extent has Loves Empire and Throne, that not Heaven nor Earth will its pow'r dis╌own: The Gods so respect it, they let it take place, while Mortals a­dore it in each pretty Face. The Contents of this World, and the Blessings above, do Harmonize all but an Eccho of Love; should Love in a frolick, but once take its flight, the Poets themselves would forget how to Write.

[...] I Heard a young Lover in ter╌ri╌ble pain, from which, if he pleas'd he might soon be releast; He Vow'd and he Swore again and again, he could not out-live the turmoils of his Breast; But, alass, alass, the brisk Lover I found, knew little, how cold Love would prove under Ground. Why should I believe, prethee Love, tell me why, where flesh and blood must needs give me the Lye: Let them rant while they will, and their De╌sti╌nies brave, they'l find their flames dwindle on this side the Grave. 'Tis true, all addresses are purposely made, to be huddl'd to Bed, but not with a Spade.

The Humors of the Town.

[...] OH, how I abhor the tumult and smoak of the Town; the clamours of War, the glittering Court, the fraudulent Gown: The Suburb Debauches, the Cheats of the City, the ratling of Coaches, and the noise of the men they call Witty. But give me the man from all Va╌ni╌ty free; with good store of Land, and a Country command, who Honest dares be, who Justice dares do, and the Nation would serve, and ne're from his true Country Principles swerve; This, this is the Man for me. Whilst the flutt'ring vain Gallant in London consumes his Estate in rich Cloaths and Perfumes, and makes his Face shine with Burgandine Wine, and on Punck or on [Page 81] [...] Baud spends his Youth and his Wealth, while such shall his Wit and his Bounty applaud. Give me the good Man that lives on his own Grounds, and within his own bounds, h'as room for his Hawks and his Hounds; can feast his own Tenants with Fowls and with Fishes, and from his own Plenty with good store of Dishes; and not with damn'd Wine, but with good English Ale, o're their faithful hearts can prevail; and nothing to others do owe, but from his own House hears his own Oxen Low, and his own Sheep Bleat, whilst the grateful sounds sweet Eccho's repeat: This, this is the Man that is truely call'd Great.

[...] WHen Caelia, my heart did surprize, in an Ocean of grief my fair Goddess did rise; And like Chrystal desolv'd, the Tears flow'd from her Eyes: From her beautiful Cheeks all the Ro╌ses withdrew; and she look'd like a Lil╌ly o're la╌den with dew.

[...] 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 [Page 85] [...] vanish, as soon as they'r found: Repent ye proud Nymphs, for your Tricks shall not pass; We'll change no more Gold, and good Stones for your Glass.

[...] LOng, by disdain, has Caelia strove, To conquer Strephon's hap╌less Love; But still in vain, in vain the strives, Amidst a Thousand pains, it lives.

[...] NAy, prethee no more of this Love Maskarade; since all sorts of fops are grown old in the Trade: All the Pleasures are gone, and the Cheat so well known, That 'twill ru╌in more Lovers than e╌ver it made. If you think your a Wit, and would fain have me know it; you must Leave this dull Road of the o╌ver-ridd Po╌et.

CELADON on DELIA's Singing: A Pastoral.

[...] O Delia! for I know 'tis she, I know 'tis she; for nothing less could move my tuneless Heart, than something from above: I hate all earthly Harmony, Hark! Hark! ye Nymphs and

Satyrs all a round; Hark! how the baffled Eccho faints and dies, faints and dies: See how the winged

Quoire all gas╌ping lies, at the Me╌lo╌dious Sound; Mark while she Sings, how they droop, and flag their Wings. Angelick Delia, Sing no more; Thy Song's too great for Mortal Ear; Thy charming Notes we can no longer bear: O then in pity to the World, give o're, and leave us stupid, as we [Page 89] [...] were before. Fair Delia, take the fatal choice, to veil thy Beauty, or suppress thy Voice; His Passions thus poor Ce╌la╌don betray'd when first he saw, when first he heard, he heard the lovely Maid.

CHORUS. A. 3. voc. CANTUS.

[...] FAir Delia, take the fatal choice, to vail thy Beauty, or suppress thy Voice; His Passions thus poor Cel╌a╌don betray'd, when first he saw, when first he heard, he heard the lovely Maid.

A. 3. vo [...]. MEDIUS.

[...] FAir Delia take the fatal choice, to veil thy Beauty, or suppress thy Voice; His Passions thus poor Ce­ladon betray'd, when first he saw, when first he heard, when first he heard, he heard the lovely Maid.

A. 3. voc. BASSUS.

[...] FAir Delia take the choice, to veil thy Beauty, or suppress thy Voice; His Passions thus poor Ce­ladon betray'd, when first he saw, when first he heard, when first he heard, he heard the lovely Maid.

TOM a Bedlam. For a Bass alone.

[...] FOrth from the dark and dismal Cell, or from the deep a╌biss of Hell, Mad Tom [...]s come to view the World again, to see if he can Cure his destemper'd Brain: Fears and Cares oppress my Soul; Hark, how the angry Furies howl; Pluto laughs, and Proserpine is glad, to see poor angry Tom of Bedlam Mad. Through the World I wander night and day, to find my stragling Senses, in an angry mood I met Old Time with his Pentateuch of Tenses; when me he spies, away he flies, for Time will stay for no man; in vain with cryes, I rend the Skies, for Pity is not common. Cold and comfortless I lye, Help, help, oh help, or else I dye! Hark, I hear Apollo's Team, the Carman 'gins to whistle; Chast Di­a╌na bends her Bow, and the Boar begins to bristle. Come Vulcan with Tools and with Tackles, to knock off my troublesome shackles: Bid Charles make ready his Wain, to bring me my Senses a╌gain.

The Town Gallant.

[...] LEt us Drink and be Mer╌ry, Dance, Joke, and Rejoice, with Clarret and Sherry, Theorbo and Voice; The changeable World to our Joy is unjust, all Treasure's un­certain, then down with your Dust: In Frolicks dispose your Pounds, Shillings and Pence, For we shall be nothing a Hundred years hence. We'll Kiss and be free with Mall, Betty, and Nelly, Have Oysters, and Lobsters, and Maids by the Belly; Fish Dinners will make a Lass spring like a Flea, Dame Venus (Love's Goddess) was born of the Sea. With Bacchus and with her we'll tickle the sence, For we shall be past it a Hundred Years hence.

URANIA to PARTHENISSA.

[...] IN a soft Vision of the Night, my Fancy represented to my sight, a goodly gentle Shade: Me-thought, it mov'd with a Majestick Grace; but the surprizing sweetness of its face, made me amaz'd, made me afraid: I found a secret Shiv'ring in my heart, such as Friends feel that meet or part: Approaching nearer, with a tim'rous Eye, Is then my Parthenissa dead? said I; Ah, Parthenissa! If thou yet art kind, as kind as when like me, thou mortal wer't; when Thou and I had equal share in eithers Heart; How can'st thou bear, that I am left behind? Dear Parthenissa! Oh, those pleasant hours that blest our innocent Amours; when in the common [Page 2] [...] treasury of one breast, all that was thine or mine did rest: Dear Parthe╌nissa! Dear Parthe╌nissa! Friend! What shall I say! Ah, speak to thy Ʋ╌ra╌ni╌a! O, envious Death! Nothing but thee I fear'd; no other Rival could estrange her soul from mine, or make me change: Scarce had I spoke my passionate Fears, and overwhelm'd my self in Tears; But Par╌the╌nis╌sa Smil'd, and then she disappear'd.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHen first to Dorin╌da my heart I resign'd, My Vows they were real, and Passion unfeign'd: But she scorn'd my devoirs, and refus'd to be kind; tho she lov'd, tho she lov'd, when she rashly disdain'd. But alass, 'twas in vain, for my cowardly zeal, no sooner resisted, be­gan [Page 3] [...] to decay; And all the soft flames a fond Lover doth feel, Like a Ghost that is struck at, did vanish away.

A. 2 Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] TEll me, Oh! tell me, some Pow'rs that are kind, where I my dearest A­stella may find: I wander all day in dark shades of Despair; All night I complain to the pi╌tyless Ayr! Astel╌la, Astel╌la, is all my sad cry! Astel╌la, Astel╌la, the Ecchos reply: But, alass! she's not there; But, alass! she's not there, and her Lo╌ver must Dye.

[...] AH, how severe is the Nimph I adore! For my obedience she slights me the more: Still as she shuns me I closer pursue; So by her slight she has learn'd to subdue. How endless are the pains I must endure; Since She by flying wounds and shuns the Cure.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] NO Shepherd, no, rule thy mind; Be not to ill thoughts inclin'd: No more thy rude Passion move, and ruin poor Miras Love. From thy false, thy deluding Eye my Honour crys, quickly fly; There's danger in Loves delight, but safety lies in my flight.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] AS Amoret with Phillis sat, one Ev'ning on the Plain, And saw the charming Strephon wait to tell the Nymph his pain; The threatning dangers to remove, he whisper'd in her Ear, Ah, Phillis! if you will not Love, This Shepherd do not hear, this Shepherd do not hear.

[...] AH, Phillis, would the gods decree that you should love, and none but me; I'de quit what e're I hop'd before, and ne're importune Beauty more: A bliss above my hopes 'twill be to be belov'd a╌gain by thee.

[...] HOw wretched is the Slave to Love, who can no la╌sting Pleasures prove; For still they'r mixt with pain; when not obtain'd, restless is the desire; Enjoyment puts out all the Fire, and shews the Love is vain.

[...] MY dear Philander! it's no offence to Love, I'me sure, with Innocence: Poor Cloris vows by all that's good, That Passion ne're shall be withstood: But if you'd only Love an hour, or seek her Vertue to devour; Farewell: I'de rather have you dye, [Page 7] [...] Than Court me with such Li╌ber╌tie.

[...] WHen the weary Sun was down, Bathing in the wanton Ocean; My Love that ne're let me alone, raised me to my De╌vo╌tion: But my purpose was pre­vented by a Nymph that thus lamented: Oh, how long shall Love Torment me! Kill me, Kill me, or content me.

A 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHile Clo╌e full of harmless Thoughts, beneath the Willow lay; Kind Love a comely Shepherd brought to pass the time away: She Blush'd to be encounter'd so, and chid the Am'rous Swain: But as she strove to rise and go, he pull'd her down a╌gain.

[...] I Cannot change, as others do, though you un╌just╌ly scorn; Since that poor Swain that sighs for you, for you a╌lone was born: No, Phillis, no, your [Page 9] [...] heart to move, a surer way I'le try; And to revenge my slighted Love, will still love on, will still love on, and dye.

[...] HOw cruel is Fortune grown, to turn all my hopes to despair; From Bliss I am head-long thrown, and banish'd the sight of the Fair: Oh, grant me some pi╌ty kind Heav'n! to my Sorrow afford some relief; Or let my poor Life be giv'n a Martyr un╌to my Grief.

[...] YOung Phaon strove the Bliss to taste; but Sappho still deny'd: She Struggled long, the Youth at last, lay panting by her side. Useless he lay, Love would not wait, 'till they could both a╌gree; They ide╌ly languish'd in debate, when they should a╌ctive be.

[...] THou Joy of all Hearts, and Delight of all Eyes; Natures chief Treasure, and Beauties chief Prize; Look down you'l dis╌co╌ver, here's a faithful young vi╌go╌rous [Page 11] [...] Lo╌ver; With a Heart full as true as e're languish'd for you; here's a faithful young vi╌go╌rous Lo╌ver.

[...] HOw hap╌py and free is the Re╌so╌lute Swain, that denyes to submit to the Yoke of the Fair: Free from ex╌ces╌ses of pleasure and pain, neither dazled with hope, nor de­prest with de╌spair. He's safe from disturbance, and calm╌ly en╌joys all the Pleasures of Love, without clamour or noise.

A SCOTCH AYRE.

[...] DEar Jocky's gone to the Wood, and Dame Jenny's gone twa; Dear Jocky's wu'd Court a╌good, But Dame Jenny sa's na: Dame Jenny my Dearest Love; Prethee Jenny fancy me; Thou art the blithest bonny Girle, and the finest Pearl, that e're Jocky's Nyne see.

[...] ALone by a Fountain I'le press the cold Ground; the Rocks and the Mountains my grief shall rebound: But the Man that's so dear, I'le ne╌ver dis╌co╌ver; lest the [Page 13] [...] Eccho should hear, and repeat to my Lover; The Pains that invade me forbearing to tell, there's none can upbraid me of Loving too well: If my charms cannot win him, his passion to show; 'Tis enough, that I Love him, too much he should know.

[...] AH; Cae╌li╌a, what pow'rful charms have you, that with a look could so my heart subdue, and at first sight impose a Law on me, against my fun╌da╌men╌tal Li╌ber╌tie: I look'd, and Lov'd; Oh, fatal was that day! I look'd untill I look'd my heart a╌way.

A SONG in the Play of CIRCE.

[...] GIve me my Lute, in thee some ease I find; Eu╌ri╌dice is dead, and to that dismal Region fled, where all is sad and gloomy as my mind: The World has nothing worth a Lovers care; None now by Ri╌vers weep, Verse and the Lute are both a Sleep: All Women now are false, are false, and few are fair. Thy Scepter, Love, shall o're the Aged be; Lay by your useless darts, for all the Young will guard their hearts, and scorn thy fading Empire, taught by me: Beauty, the Thracian Youth no more shall mourn; The Young shall sigh no more, but all my noble Verse adore; It has more Graces, Graces, than the Queen of Love.

[...] SInce the Pox, or the Plague of In╌con╌stan╌cy, Reigns in most of the Women o'th Town; what ri╌di╌cu╌lous Fop would trou╌ble his Brains, to make the lewd Devils lye down: No more in dull Rhyme; or some hea╌vi╌er strain, will I of the Jades, or their Gilting complain; My court I will make to things more divine; The Pleasures of Friendship,

Freedom and Wine. We'll Venus adore for a Goddess no more, that old Lady Whore; But

Bacchus we'll court, who doth Drinking support; Let the World sink or swim, Sirrah! fill to the Brim.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] HOw subt'ly Love deals with us slaves, when each look does encrease our de­sires; at each Amorous view, Love rallys a new; and fans the kind Flame still up higher: But when we are come to embrace, and Loves Organs in action emply; Our Panges they are such, that scarce can we touch e're we faint, and fall breathless away.

[...] HOw peacefull the Days are, how pleasant the Night; How void of all [Page 17] [...] trouble, how full of de╌light; when the Eyes of Do╌rin╌da her heart does dis╌co╌ver, with all the kind Looks, on her passionate Lover: With Kisses and Vows, Loves Earnest have paid; And I am assur'd, that my heart's not betray'd: I conclude, greater blessings the gods cannot give, and I pray, and I wish here for e╌ver to Live. No Joy to that Love where true hearts do u╌nite; 'tis a Morning E╌ter╌nal, that ne╌ver sees Night.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] TO Clo╌ris what I did pretend, is to a re╌al Passion grown; That stubborn heart, that would not bend, in one short minute's over-thrown. As sorrow sat up­on her Brow; And Tears from her bright Eyes did flow; Love play'd a Charming Syrens part; And in the Water Fir'd my Heart.

[...] IN vain, poor Coridon did try, to conquer Loves tyrannick Reign; Repeating [Page 19] [...] Daph╌nes cru╌el╌ty, for all things but increase his pain: In vain, alass, in vain he strove; and struggling but increast his Love. As Men, who in Feavers toss and turn, make their Di╌sea╌ses fiercer burn.

[...] AMintas, to my grief, I see, with what neglect you look on me; How much to Love you are inclin'd; yet slight this heart, for you design'd. So have I seen some wretched Slave, whose Fortune should have made him crave; despise the Wealth he had in store, and toyl at ev'ry Mine for more.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] HOw fond's the World, to love a Face like mo╌men╌ta╌ry Joys do pass, the Fairest Nymph with all her charms, can never force me to her Arms; only the Soul my heart can move, no Charms so firm as inward Love.

[...] I Bring thee, O thou charming Fair, a Heart that's free, a Heart that's free from Ca [...]. No Martyr that's driv'n by Tortures to Heav'n; But a Heart that un­forc'd, to thy Beauty is giv'n; No Captive in Chains, that sighs and complains, of Bleeding, and [Page 21] [...] Flames, and pi╌ty╌less Pains: But I bring thee, O, thou charming Fair, a Heart that's free, a Heart that's free from Care.

[...] SHe's gone, gone, for e╌ver, the Ny [...]ph I a╌dore, and Fortune and Love can be cru╌el no more: Now Fate I de╌fie thee, to punish me worse; without my Be­lin╌da, my life's but a Curse. The thought of past pleasures increases my pain, when I sad╌ly re╌flect, they will ne're come again.

[...] FAir Lady, so strong are the Charms of your Eyes, that they who be­hold them are struck with surprise; Of which, since your Modesty will not be told; I'le on╌ly be bold to say, that I saw those Beauties of yours, that all the World awe: Then blame me no more, if I sigh and a╌dore: Then blame me no more, if I sigh and adore. You are fairer than Fair, more wit╌ty than Wit; more gentle and mild, and as in╌no╌cent Sweet: You tell me you Love, but you tell me not when; you give me your heart, but you take it a­gain: [Page 23] [...] Ah, Madam, cry I, I live and I dye: Then blame me no more, if I sigh and a╌dore. Secure from the Toyls and endless Complaints, that Lovers perplex, when they kneel to their Saint; If hap╌py I live in the sight of those Eyes, that nei╌ther will grant, nor yet will de╌spise; its all I dare crave, not all I would have: Then blame me no more, if still bound to Sigh; yet still I'le a╌dore, if still, still, still bound to sigh, yet still I'le a╌dore.

The SHEPHERD's SONG. A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] OF Fading Delights, let the Town take her fill, our Pleasures are constant, and here we live still, In a Cottage, as safe as a Thief in a Mill. Before there were Ci╌ties, our Folds here they stood; At first all were Shepherds, if Sto╌ry be good: And when in the Ci╌ty their Bodies are worn, Debauch'd, as they call it, all mang'led and torn, To Patch up themselves, they to us do return; To Patch up themselves, they to us do return.

[...] SCarce had the rising Sun appear'd, to gild the dawning Day, when in a neighb'ring Grove, I heard a Murm'ring Voice to say, Be kind, Sweet Nymph, since Heav'n affords con╌ve╌nien╌cies and place; He had as pre╌va╌lent Charms in his Words, as

She had in her Face. Beauty, to plea╌sing Flat╌te╌ries must yield; tho the first conquers, yet these win the Field: Beauty, to plea╌sing Flat╌te╌ries must yield; tho the first conquers, yet these win the Field.

[...] OH, the Charms of a Beauty, disdainful and fair, how she blasts all my Joys, when she bids me despair; forgetting my State, when I Sigh and lye down, and cast at her Feet both Scepter and Crown; She passes regardless, and says, A young Swain, before an old Monarch her Love should obtain.

[...] I Resolve against Cringing and Whining, in a Lovers intrigue so un╌fit: 'Tis like say╌ing Grace, with╌out Dining; and be╌trays more af╌fe╌ction than Wit: To [Page 27] [...] Kneel and Adore, to Sigh and Protest, And there to give o're, where about lies the Jest.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] I Find, my Eugenia, I've struggl'd in vain, your powerful Charms to withstand; My heart can its freedom no longer maintain, But yields to your conquering hand: When Beauty and Wit, and good Humour conspire, what brest is so cold, as not to take Fire?

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] FOrbear, silly Heart, you insult but in vain; though so mean of our Sex you approve: Your Hearts are as empty and weak as your Brain, and your Rhet'rick as poor as your Love. By your a╌mo╌rous Follies, we wi╌ser are grown, and now to our rigour we'll stand: Since the Heart that you claim'd, becomes freely our own, you'l find them but hard to command.

[...] DEsist all endeavours, my heart to allure; for the Boy is be­sot╌ted, and sleeps now secure: Imbrac'd in the Arms of his Mother so dear; And Vows your Im╌plo╌rings he ne╌ver will hear. Then lie down and rest in your former estate, or range all the Schools, to find a new Mate: For opposites sure in Love can't a­gree, 'tis mu╌tual consent, which makes Har╌mo╌nie.

[...] UNder the Branches of a spreading Tree, Silvander sat, from care and dan╌ger free; and his inconstant ro╌ving hu╌mour shows his dear Nymph, that Sang of Marriage Vows: But she with flow╌ing Sweetness, charm╌ing Air, cry'd fie, fie, my Dear, give o're; Ah, tempt the Gods no more; but thy Offence with Pe╌ni╌tence repair: For tho Vice in a Beauty seems sweet in thy Arms; an in╌no╌cent Virtue has always more Charms. Ah, Phil╌li╌da, the an╌gry Swain reply'd, is not a Mistress bet╌ter than a Bride? What man that u╌ni╌ver╌sal Yoke retains, but meets an hour, to Sigh, and curse his Chains? She smiling [Page 31] [...] cry'd, Change, change that im╌pious mind; without it we could prove not half the Sweets of Love: 'Tis Marriage makes the feeling Joys Divine; For all our life long we from scan╌dal re­move, and at last fall the Trophees of Honour and Love.

[...] FArwell the World and Mortal care, the ravish'd Strephon cry'd; as full of Joys and silent Tears, he lay by Phillis side: Let others toyl for Wealth and Fame, whilst not one thought of mine at a╌ny o╌ther Bliss shall aim, than these dear Arms of thine.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] CLoris, when you disperse your In╌flu╌ence, your dazeling beams are quick and clear; you so surprise and wound the Sence, so bright a Mi╌ra╌cle ye 'ppear: Ad­miring Mortals you a╌sto╌nish so, no other De╌i╌ty they know; But think that all De╌vi╌ni­ty's be╌low: But think that all Divi╌ni╌ty's be╌low.

[...] GIve me leave to own a Passion, that was born and bred for you; [Page 33] [...] Fools may think it out of Fashion, once to Love, and still be true: Let me where I Love pursue it though in scorn you persevere; Time, nor Fate shall ne're undo it, nor Divorce me from your Ear.

[...] AH, charming Fair, Why must I dye? Let me but live one hour, to try if Love will not your pi╌ty move: Though pi╌ty cannot make you Love, yet grant me that; do not de╌ny your Slave so poor a Cour╌te╌sie.

[...] NO! never Planet rul'd the Skies, nor e're on Lover frown'd; The Rich, the Poor, the Fools, the Wise, to other Laws are bound: The formal Nun, the Men of Pray'r, that others so reprove; in spite of all their Pious Care, stoop to the God of Love.

[...] AS some brave Man, unmov'd doth stand, when any threat'ning Action calls, and frightens death with his bold hand, 'till over-powr'd with Foes he falls: such was his [Page 35] [...] Fate, whose daring heart, encountring your surprizing look; Love wounded with his fa╌tal dart, and all his Senses Prisoners took.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] SItting by yonder River side, thus to Par╌the╌nia, Clo╌e cry'd; whilst from the fair Nymphs Eyes a╌pace, a╌no╌ther stream o're-flow'd her beauteous Face: Ah! happy Nymph, said she, that can so lit╌tle va╌lue that false creature Man.

[...] NEar the Courts of great Princes, we scorn to a╌bide; since se╌cure╌ly we live, free from Causes of Pride; in a Sun-shiny Day, with our Lambs we can play, and tri­umphantly sing, by a Sha╌dy Wood-side: The Am╌bi╌tion we seek, is on Hills, and high Rocks, where we sit and we govern our mil╌ky white Flocks

[...] NOw that the Cold Winter's expell'd by the Sun, and the Fields that did Penance in Snow, Have put Madam Natures gay Li╌ve╌ries on, Embroider'd with Flow'rs, to make a fine Show: Since the Hills and the Vallies with pleasures abound, Let Mortals bear a Part, and the Frolick go round.

[...] LOng was the Day, e're Alexis, my Lover, to finish my hopes, would his Passion reveal: He could not speak, nor I could not dis╌co╌ver, what my poor aking Heart was so loath to conceal; 'Till the Strength of his Passion, his fear had remov'd; then we mu╌tual╌ly talk'd, and we mu╌tual╌ly lov'd.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] SMiling Phillis has an Air so engaging, all Men love her; But her hidden Beauties, are Wonders, I dare not dis╌co╌ver; So bewitching, that in vain I endeavour [Page 39] [...] to forget her; Still she brings me back again, and I day╌ly love her bet╌ter.

[...] IS it Noble, cruel Fair, to make me love, and then despair? By the Embassie of your Eyes, you made me hope those kind supplies that maintain a Lovers Flame, 'till my Soul all fire became: Thus, by this sweet flatt'ring art, you took possession of my heart.

[...] IF Languishing Eyes without Language can move, I have long told my Phillis, I dye for her Love: Ah! pity that Passion which words cannot speak: Could I tell what I suffer, my Heart would not break. I plead no desert to the Beauty I serve; For 'tis nobler to give, what there's none can deserve: In the Croud of my Rivals, who sigh and adore; None me╌rits you less, or can va╌lue you more.

[...] HOw happy, how happy is the Amorous Pair! when mutual Love blesses the Heart of the Fair; When Eyes upon Eyes for whole Hours are fixt, and Sighs, Tears and Smiles are Joyfully mixt: When Vows follow Vows, with Oath up╌on Oath, both eager, yet modest, and willing, tho loath: Loves Feast is prepar'd, their Ap╌pe╌tite's great; they Tast and fain would, but yet dare not Eat, because they are waiting for Grace before Meat. Then wish they for Joys, which must only be guest, and by me shall be never, oh, never exprest; Then Cupid true peace and concord im­parts; There's no such Sympathy, Sympathy, Sympathy, there's no such Sympathy, as that of Hearts.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] THou art so Fair, but Cruel too; I am amaz'd! What shall I do to compass my Desire? Some times thine Eyes do me invite; But, when I venture, kill me quite, yet still increase my Fires.

[...] WHen first, fair Saint, I thought you kind, joy o╌ver╌flow'd my ravish'd mind: But since your kindness you decline, and I can ne╌ver part with mine; I am with juster grief opprest, than if I ne╌ver had been blest.

[...] ADieu, my Cor╌de╌lia, my Dearest a╌dieu; no Passion, though slighted, was ever more true: No Torment se╌ve╌rer than this, you could prove, enjoyning his absence, that's charm'd by your Love.

[...] AS sad Phi╌lo╌the╌a lay melting in Grief, and kindly complain'd of the Amorous Thief; She aloud to the Woods did her passion impart, but faintly lamented the loss of her heart: Ah, cruel unkind, Do╌ri╌la╌us, she cry'd, bring back the forc'd Stray, that has wander'd aside.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] TIs not my Ladies Face that makes me Love her; though Beautie there doth rest, enough to enflame the Breast, of one that ne╌ver did dis╌co╌ver, the Glories of a Face before. But I that have seen ma╌ny more, see nought in her, but what in others are; on╌ly because I think she's Fair, she's Fair.

[...] HOld Tyrant, hold, spare now thy dart, and cease to wound, un­less her heart thou strike, for whom I sigh and burn; 'tis worse than death to bear her scorn: [Page 45] [...] Then Charmer shoot, let's both par╌ti╌ci╌pate in mutual Love, or end my wretched state.

[...] TO Love, how all the Worlds inclin'd, by Love how led a stray; that tho the God himself be blind, we dare not dis╌o╌bey. Laws for our Hearts to be betray'd, the God of Passion gave, that such a Sot of Fan╌cy made, and Reason, such a Slave.

A SCOTCH SONG, in the Fond Husband. A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] IN Ja╌nu╌a╌ry last, on Munnonday at morn, as I a╌long the Fields did pass to view the Winters Corn; I leaked me be╌hind, and I saw come o're the Knough, yan glenting in an Apron with bon╌ny brent Brow.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] FOrgive me, kind and gentle Maid, accuse Co╌rin╌na's melting Arts: She [Page 47] [...] Robs a Thousand of their Lover's hearts; And mine was half betray'd.

[...] HOw severe is Fate, to break a Heart, that ne╌ver went a Roving; To Torture it with endless smart, for only constant Loving: I Bleed, I bleed, I melt away, I wash my wa╌t'ry Pillow; I walk the Woods alone all day, I wrap me round in Willow.

[...] AS Ce╌la╌don and Clo╌ris all a╌long un╌to one Fold did in╌no╌cently keep, without de╌sig╌ning a╌ny bo╌dy wrong, and only to secure each others Sheep; Some envious Shepherds, of a Jealous sence, would, to disperse the Fold, remove him thence.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] DI╌a╌na's a Nimph, so Chast and so Fair, that Venus her self's not with her to compare; yet Ve╌nus she always has had the great praise, but the Scene it is [Page 49] [...] alter'd and chang'd now a Days. And ever hereafter, all Honour and Fame shall be render'd, be render'd to Di╌a╌na's Great Name.

[...] LOst in the Labrinth of my thoughts, and my Clarinda's Charms, I was in Contemplation brought, at length to stand with folded Arms, In the delightful shade where at first sight, where at first sight I was her Captive made.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] I Have Languish'd too long for one, who I find hath a kindness for me, as the rest of Mankind: This sort of false Love, I cannot endure, that mine should be fixed, and hers so unsure. Therefore I've nothing to ease my sad heart, but the Pleasure to think how others may smart; Therefore I've nothing to ease my sad heart, but the Pleasure to think how others may smart.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] WHy does the foolish World mistake, and Loves dull Praises sing so loud? What idle Subjects must they make, who choose a Blind and Childish Boy their God? What dearer [Page 51] [...] Joys our freedom brings, whilst the Wing'd Quire on ev'ry Bough, charm'd with our Bliss in Consort Sings, and Night and Day our harmless Pleasures view. 'Tis Shame and the Night Loves Follies does co╌ver, and on╌ly the Batt and Screech Owl, that hover about the dark Windows of a drowsie dull Lover.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] LEt's Love and lets Laugh, let's Dance and let's Sing; while shrill Ecchoes ring; Our Wishes agree, and from Care we are free; Then who is so happy, so happy as we?

[...] CƲpid once, when wea╌ry grown with Womens Errants, laid him down on a refreshing Rosie Bed; The same sweet covert harbour'd a Bee; And as she always had a Quarrel to Loves i╌dle Trade, stings the soft Boy; Pains and strong fears straight melts him into Crys and Tears: As Wings and Feet would let each other, home he hastens to his Mother; There on her Knees he hangs his Head, and crys, Oh, Mother! I am dead: An ug╌ly Creature, call'd a Bee; Oh, see, I swell! has Murther'd me. Venus with smiles re­ply'd, Oh, Sir! Does a Bee's Sting make all this stir? Think what pains attend those [Page 53] [...] Darts wherewith thou still art wounded heart: E'n let it smart, perchance that then, thou't learn more pi╌ty towards men.

[...] CUre, Nymph, O cure your bleeding Victim Crys! This cruel shaft flew from your piercing Eyes, which have the Nature of A╌chil╌les Darts; They Cure as well as Kill a wounded Heart; they Cure as well as Kill a woun╌ded Heart. But if you grea╌ter Glory have to Kill, than Cure the Wounds you made, Frown on me still; I chuse the Martyr of your Love to dye, than live the Object of your Cru╌el╌ty; [Page 54] [...] Hard is his Fate, who can no pi╌ty find; But harder still the Heart that's so unkind: Yet e're I dye, I'le write up╌on my Tomb, My Judge was Fair, tho Cruel was my Doom.

[...] SOme others may with safety tell, the mod'rate Flames which in them dwell; and either find a Med'cine there, or cure themselves even by despair: My Love's so great, that it may prove dangerous to tell her that I Love. So tender is my Wound, it cannot bear a╌ny Salute, tho of the kindest Air. I would not have her know the Pain, the Torments for her I sustain; lest too much goodness make her throw her Love upon a [Page 55] [...] Fate below: Forbid it Heav'n! my Life should be weigh'd with the least Conven'en╌cie. No, let me Perish rather with my Grief, than to her dis╌ad╌vantage find relief: But when I dye, my last Breath shall grow bold, and plainly tell her all; like co╌ve╌tous Men, who ne're descry their dear hid Treasure, till they dye: Ah, Ah, Fairest Nimph, how would it chear my Ghost, to get from you a Tear: But take heed, for if me thou pi╌ty'st, then, twenty to one, but I shall live again.

A. 2. Voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] HArk, how the Songsters of the Grove, sing Anthems to the God of Love: Hark how each Am'rous winged Pair, with Loves great Praises fill the Ayr. On ev'ry side their Charming sound, doth from the Hollow Woods rebound. Love in their little Veins inspires their cheerfull Notes, their soft Desires; whilst Heat makes Buds, or Blossoms spring, these pret╌ty Couples Love and Sing: But Winter puts out their desire, and half the Year they want Loves Fire: But ah, how much are our Delights more dear; For only Human-kind Love all the Year.

A SONG Sung at a MUSICK Feast. Verse alone.

[...] HOw well doth this Har╌mo╌n'ous Meeting prove, a Feast of Musick is a Feast of Love; where Kindness is our Tune, and we in Parts do but Sing forth the Consorts of our Hearts. For Friendship is nothing but Concord of Votes; and Musick is made by a Friendship of Notes.

CHORUS for Three Voices.

[...] COme then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh: Come then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh.

[...] COme then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh: Come then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh.

[...] COme then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh Come then, to the God of our Art let us Quaff, for he once a Year is re╌pu╌ted to Laugh.

AMINTOR and CORIDON. For a Bass alone.

[...] IN yonder Grove A╌min╌tor lies, with folded Arms, and heav'd up Eyes, 'cause Phillis is unkind, and Sighing, crys; Oh, cruel Love, Why dost thou not by death re­move the Torments of my Mind?

[...] Whilst Co╌ri╌don me╌ri╌ly, me╌ri╌ly sits, and call for Ca­nary to ripen his Wits; still swearing a Woman was ne're worth his while; and a Pox take that Fool, and a Pox take that Fool, who doth doat on a Smile.

[...] A╌min╌tor by the River side, sat Weeping, to increase the Tyde, with Ri╌vo╌lets of Tears, telling the harmless Fish that he did envy their Fe╌li╌ci╌ty, 'cause freed from Loving Fears.

[...] But Coridon Laughing, declares, for his [Page 59] [...] part, all Sorrows he'll drown in the Juice of the Quart; and follow the Maxims of old A╌ri╌sto╌tle, in Courting the Pint, in Courting the Pint, and Adoring the Bottle.

[...] Fair Phillis having chang'd her Mind, her Dear Amintor is confin'd, and circle'd in her Arms; Where having cropt the Sweets of Love, alass, his Joys his Burthen prove, and lost are all those Charms.

[...] Then who would sub­mit to the Chains of a Woman, and cancel his freedom for what is so common; whilst joys of Canary ad­mit of no sorrow, for cloy'd over Night, for cloy'd over Night, we renew them to morrow.

A Pastoral SONG, by two Nymphs and a Shepherd.

[...] MAke hast my Shepherd, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay; and oh, how very short's a Lovers day? Hast, hast, A╌min╌tas to the Grove; beneath whose shades so oft I've sat, and heard my dear lov'd Swain repeat how much the Gal╌la╌te╌a Lov'd? whilst all the list'ning Birds a╌round Sang to the Musick of the Blessed Sound.

[...] MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day?

[...] How dull each Field and Grove appears, when thou with╌draw'st thy Eyes; ours lose themselves in [Page 61] [...] si╌lent Tears, and all the Springs decays and dyes; So if the God of Day declines, each lit╌tle Flow'r hangs down his gaudy head, losing that Beauty which it did retain, no longer will its fragrant Leaves be spread, but pines it self into a Bud again: The cooling streams do backwards glide, since on their banks they saw not thee, losing the Order of their Tyde, and in soft murmurs, chide thy Cru╌el╌tie.

[...] MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? MAke hast Amintas, come away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day?

[...] I hear thy Charming Voice, my Fair, and see bright Nymph, thy Swain is here; who his Divot'ons had much early'r paid, but that a Lamb of thine was stray'd; and I the little wanderer have brought, that with one angry look from thy fair Eyes, thou may'st the pretty Fugative Chastise; too great a Punishment for any Fault. Come Gal╌la╌te╌a hast away, the Sun is up and will not stay; And oh, how very shorts a Lovers Day?

[...] COme Gal╌la╌te╌a, hast away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? COme Gal╌la╌te╌a, hast away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day? COme Gal╌la╌te╌a, hast away, the Sun is up and will not stay, and oh, how very short's a Lovers Day?

An ITALIAN AYRE.

[...] MOr╌ta╌li che fate, che fate Mor╌ta╌li che fate, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen­sa╌te MOr╌ta╌li che fate, che fate Mor╌ta╌li che fate, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen­sa╌te MOr╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fate Mor╌ta╌li che fate, Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen­sa╌te al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, al╌le╌gio╌ri non pen╌sa╌te Tra╌cu╌ra╌ti non pen╌sa╌te al╌le╌go╌ri, non pen╌sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fate, Mer­ta╌li non pen╌sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fate, Mor­ta╌li non pen╌sa╌te, non pen╌sa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te, Mor╌ta╌li che fate, che fate, Mor­ta╌li che fa╌te che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te. che fa╌te che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te. che fa╌te che che che Mor╌ta╌li che fa╌te.

Verse for a Bass alone.

[...] EC╌co vi chi'a ma tut╌tia go╌de╌re, a mor che bram a der╌gio╌ci vi╌c vie dumque ve╌ni╌te legiar a man╌te ej'n un╌ri╌ve╌re╌re ej'n un╌ri╌ve­re╌re men╌ti╌re Sem╌bi╌an╌te ej'n un╌ri╌ve╌re╌re ej'n un╌ri╌ve╌re╌re men­ti╌re

Sem╌bi╌an╌te men╌ti╌re Sem╌bi╌an╌te.

QƲi╌re si au╌de nons╌deg non╌e╌que╌ra maun pa╌ri╌dis╌so so╌la tut╌ta in ter╌ra maun pa╌ri╌dis╌so so╌la tut╌ta in ter╌ra in tut╌ta in ter╌ra in ter╌ra.

[...] LƲ╌cin╌da, since we have confess'd to each, each others Love, why should our Flames be still suppress'd, and not to action move? Both kindl'd at the first kind interview, and both with equal Care and Vigour grew; Mine Scorch'd, and scorch'd, nor durst your Passion say, you Lov'd, 'till forc'd, they did themselves betray.

On the Death of his Worthy Friend Mr. MATTHEW LOCKE, MUSICK-Composer in Ordinary to His Majesty, And Organist of Her Majesties Chappel, who Dyed in August, 1677.

[...] WHat hope for us remains now he is gone? he that knew all the pow'r of Numbers flow'n; alass! too soon; Ev'n he, whose skill╌ful Har╌mo╌ny had Charms for all the Ills that we indure, and could apply a certain Cure; From pointed Griefs he'd take the Pain away, ev'n Ill Nature did his Lyre obey, and in kind thoughts, his Art╌ful hand repay: His Layes to Anger, and to War could move, then calm the Tempest they had rais'd with Love; And with soft Sounds to gen╌tle thoughts incline, [Page 67] [...] no Passion reign'd, where he did not combine: He knew such Mystick Touches, that in Death, could cure the Fear, or stop the parting Breath; And if to Dye, had been his Fear, or Life his Care, he with his Lyre could call, and could unite his Spirits to the Fight, and

vanquish Death in his own Field of Night. Pleas'd with some pow'r╌ful Hal╌le╌lu╌jah,

Pleas'd with some pow'r╌ful Hal╌le╌lu╌jah, he, wrap'd in the Joys of his own Har╌mo╌nie, Sung on, Sung on, and flew up to the De╌i╌tie; he, wrap'd in the Joys of his own Har╌mo╌nie, Sung on, Sung on, and flew up to the De╌i╌tie; Sung on, Sung on, and flew up to the De╌i╌tie. Sung on, Sung on, and flew up to the De╌i╌tie.

[...] ONe Night while all the Vil╌lage slept, Myr╌til╌lus sad de­spair, the wand'ring Shepherd waking kept, to tell the Woods his care. Be╌gon, said he, fond thoughts, be╌gon; Eyes, give your sorrows o're: Why should you wast your tears for one that thinks on you no more, that thinks on you no more?

[...] BId the sad for╌sa╌ken Grove to sigh for e╌ver, sigh as much as I; bid the Dew fall, and the Sky weep a╌pace, weep like the Queen of Love, it can╌not be more show'ry than her Face. Ah hapless De╌i╌ty! and still more wretched, 'cause she may not die: Can there be far╌ther Joy in the Ce╌le╌stial store, now my best Heaven, Ado╌nis, is no more; he is no more, no more?

[...] CEase, if thou canst; pursue no more; Lucinda's alter'd much of late, so chang'd from what she was before, that she re╌signs thee up to Fate; no [Page 3] [...] more at╌ten╌tive to thy Pray'rs. In vain are all thy sighs, in vain thy tears: In vain are all thy sighs, in vain thy tears.

[...] CAn life be a Blessing, or worth the possessing? can life be a Blessing, if Love were away? Ah no! though our Love all night keep us wa╌king; and though he tor╌ment us with cares all the day, yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains with the taking: There's an hour at the last, there's an hour to re╌pay.

[...] FY, Cloris, fy, this cru╌el╌ty, with which you answer'd my chast Flame, Is in effect plain Tyranny, tho you dis╌own a Tyrant's Name. My freedom, e're I saw your Eyes, without con╌trole I still en╌joy'd: But when my Heart was made your prize, that hap╌pi╌ness was quite de╌stroy'd.

[...] BEneath the stately Cedar's shade, a Grove for Love's soft hours, Na­ture her Velvet Car╌pet spread, Embroider'd by fair Flo╌ra's hand, with all her choicest Flow'rs. With ma╌ny woes and shame op╌prest, the bright Ca╌li╌sta laid her ten╌der Limbs there down to rest, whose Beau╌ties to the lust╌ful King her Honour had be╌tray'd.

[...] LEt the da╌ring Advent'rers be toss'd on the Main, and for Riches no dangers de╌cline; tho with hazard the Spoils of both In╌dies they gain, they can bring us no Treasure like Wine: Tho with hazard the Spoils of both Indies they gain, they can bring us no Treasure like Wine.

[...] LEt the Traytors plot on, 'till at last they'r undone, by hurting their Brains to de╌coy us: We whose hearts are at rest in our Loy╌al╌ty's blest, what De╌mon or Pow'r can an╌noy us? Am╌bi╌tion, like Wine, does the Sen╌ses con­found; and Treason's a dam╌na╌ble thing: Then let him that thinks well see his brimmer go

round; and pray for the safe╌ty and life of the King. Let Caesar live long, let Caesar live long; for e╌ver be hap╌py, and e╌ver be young: And he that dares hope to change King for a Pope, let him dye, let him dye, while Caesar lives long.

[...] CLo╌rin╌da, adieu, since you slight what is true, no lon╌ger I'le Court for dis╌dain; tho your Charms are delightful, your Scorns are as frightful, I'le never Court longer in vain. I'le rove up and down, and I'le ransack the Town, but I'le find out a Nymph that's more true; I'me re╌solv'd to de╌fie your proud scorns, tho I dye: So a­dieu, fair Clo╌rin╌da, a╌dieu.

[...] NOthing I know, yet feel a pow'r╌ful Fire burning with­in in my Brest, through deep de╌sire to be once more where first I felt un╌rest, which [Page 9] [...] can╌not be ex╌prest. Oh my sole Good! Oh my best hap╌pi╌ness! Why am I thus retain'd? Is there no comfort in this wretchedness? Then let me live con╌tent to be thus pain'd.

A NORTHERN SONG.

[...] SAw╌ney was tall, and of no╌ble Race, and lov'd me bet╌ter than a╌ny yen; but now he ligs by a╌no╌ther Lass, and Saw╌ney, ne're be my Love a╌gen. I gave him a fine Scoch Sark and Band, I put them on with mine own hand; I gave him a House, I gave him Land, yet Saw╌ney will ne're be my Love a╌gen.

[...] A Dieu to the Curse of a Coun╌te╌ry Life, too long I have prov'd it, and found it a Thief: To a Soul that would be un╌con╌fin'd, brisk, and free, 'tis a cru╌el and an in╌sup╌por╌ta╌ble Grief; to a Soul that would be un╌con╌fin'd, brisk, and free, 'tis a cru╌el, and an in╌sup╌por╌ta╌ble Greif.

[...] BLush not redder than the Morning, tho the Virgins gave you warning. Sigh not at the Chance befell yee, tho they smile and dare not tell yee: Sigh not at the [Page 11] [...] Chance befell yee, tho they smile and dare not tell yee.

[...] AMintor heedless of his Flocks, his Fl. w^ch once imploy'd his care, now strays himself a╌mong the Rocks, and to's Sorrow adds Despair. Oh! cru╌el Cla­ris╌sa, cries he, you for╌bid me your Sight, when you know 'twas your Eyes that un­did me. Pray revoke the sad Fate to w^ch I am doom'd, or else in these Flames I shall soon be consum'd.

[...] PA╌sto╌ra's Beau╌ties when unblown, e're yet the ten╌der Bud did cleave, to my more ear╌ly Love were known, their fa╌tal Pow'r I did perceive. How of╌ten in the dead of Night, when all the World lay hush'd in sleep, have I thought this my chief delight, to sigh for you, for you to weep?

[...] HOw I sigh when I think of the Charms of my Swain, and remember how sweetly he kindness can feign; Oh! I rather would love all his falshoods than try: There still is some pleasure, though 'twere but to dye.

[...] SInce one poor View has drawn my heart in╌to the charming Snare; from my Confinements I'le ne're part, but still your Fetters wear. What more Amintor can you do? Now you the Conquest have, 'tis Cruelty thus to pursue a wounded yielding Slave.

[...] WHen her lan╌guish╌ing Eyes said, Love! too soon the soft Charm I o­bey'd; for my Passion she would not ap╌prove, and I find I was on╌ly betray'd: Which makes me con╌tend with my Chain, and the Pow╌ers a╌bove I im╌plore; that if she re­gard not my Pain, I may dye, and ne're see her more.

[...] I Take no pleasure in the Sun's bright Beams, nor in the Chry╌stal Ri╌vers purling Streams; but in a dark and si╌lent sha╌dy Grove, I sigh out woes of my neglected Love. Come cru╌el Fair, and Charm me, e're I go to Death's em╌bra╌ces [Page 15] [...] in the Shades below: For tho condemn'd and fetter'd, here I lye, 'till I your Sentence have, I cannot dye. One look from those dear Eyes, and then a╌dieu, to all your Cruel­ties and Beau╌ties too.

[...] POor Cle╌o╌nice, thy Garlands tear from off thy Widow'd brow, and bind thy loose dishevel'd Hair with Yew and Cypress now: And since the Gods decreed his Years should have so short a date, let thy sad Eyes pay Seas of Tears, as Tribute to his Fate.

[...] I Yet am free, why should I be subject to any Heav'n but thee? I scorn thy Art, Cupid, and Dart; thou may'st not, shalt not wound my Heart: For if thou'dst here a Captive gain; know, Fondling, thou attempt'st in vain.

[...] AH! lay by your Lute: Ah! Lucasia, forbear; whilst your Tongue I may hear, other Musick is mute. Ah! lay by your Lute, for the Heav'ns have decreed, That my Heart should submit, that my Heart should submit to none, to none but the Charms of your Wit.

A SCOTCH SONG.

[...] BOn╌ny Lass gin thou wert mine, and twen╌ty thousand Pounds a╌bout thee; I'd scorn thy Gow'd for thee my Queen, to lay thee down on a╌ny Green, and shew thee how thy Dad╌dy got thee. I'd scorn thy Gow'd for thee my Queen, to lay thee down on a╌ny Green, and shew thee how thy Dad╌dy got thee.

The ANSWER to a late SONG, Let Fortune and Phillis, &c.

[...] I Love my dear Phillis, and never will change, no generous Man is suspicious; whilst you question the truth, you provoke them to reign, and you prove but your self the more vicious. You will and you won't, you'r a wonder to me, for all other Men do what Fate do decree. If that her Beauty and Humour do meet, she hath power to make you to love her; you'r a wandering Slave if your Fetters you break, and 'tis sawcy to say you'r above her: Where's the Ease you can

find, if your Love you forgo? For without my dear Phillis no Comfort I know. What a Blessing it What a Blessing, &c. is for to have a fair Miss! if she wounds with a Frown, she can heal with a Kiss.

[...] OF all the dear Joys, that the World has in store, if Celia prove constant, I'le ask for no more: If she prove but as kind, as her Vows do declare, I'le laugh at the Jealous, and triumph over Care. To clasp the soft dear all night in my Arms, to kiss and em­brace, and dissolve with her Charms, and to think that these Joys ever╌lasting shall be, makes revel╌ling Princes less happy than we.

Upon the loss of a MISTRESS.

[...] O How I am greiv'd, that now I must part with her that I once call'd my own; e're since my poor Breast was by Phillis pos╌sest, such Sorrow by me was ne're known. I thought that her Charms would have kept off all Harms, and I ne're dream'd of this, when close in her Arms: since you For╌tune, can be so un­faith╌ful to me; Ah tell me! ah tell me, how true you are to those Men that can flat╌ter like you!

[...] SEE how, see how the Flow'rs a╌dorn the Spring, how the Birds with cheerful Notes to╌ge╌ther sing, all Joy, Peace, and Concord to ev'ry thing. Then let us be as they are free, there's no loss so great as our Liberty: Then let us be as they are free, there's no loss so great as our Li╌ber╌ty. None, none shall disturb us with Envy, Pride, or Care, nor will we live by Hope, or dye by Despair; but Live, Love, and Laugh, and be as free as Air. Hark, hark, methinks I hear a found from a neighb'ring Grove rebound; says, If happy you'l be, you must keep your Mind free; there's no pleasure, no pleasure, like Li╌ber╌ty.

[...] HAil to the Myr╌tle shade, all hail to the Nymphs of the Field; Kings will not here in╌vade, tho Vertue all Free╌dom yields. Beauty here opens her Arms, to soften the languishing Mind; and Phil╌lis unlocks her Charms: Ah Phillis! ah! why so kind?

[...] HOw short is the Pleasure that follows the Pain, a poor Lover is forc'd to endure; the Joys we long wait for we soon lose a╌gain, and re╌lapse in the midst of the Cure. Ah Phil╌lis! I wish you had still been unkind, since from you I so [Page 23] [...] quickly must part; to think of a Bliss I no longer can find, is a Grief that will break my sad Heart.

[...] TEn╌der Maids, let me ad╌vise ye, wink when Lovers would sur­prize ye; whilst ill natur'd thoughts you cherish, all your happy moments perish. Torments that in Love be╌fall, wil╌ful Lo╌vers make 'um all: Torments that in Love be­fall, wil╌ful Lovers make 'um all.

[...] IN╌sult not too much on the fading suc╌cess, for all that thou hast I be╌fore did pos╌sess; I know, my proud Rival, how hap╌py thou art, I know e'ry Joy, and each thought of thy Heart. To tempt thee those Pleasures were ta╌ken from me, and to gain a new Beauty, he'l take them from thee: To tempt thee those Pleasures were taken from me, and to gain a new Beauty, he'l take them from thee.

[...] COme all the Youths, whose Hearts have bled by cru╌el Beau╌ties Pride; bring each a Garland on his Head, let none his Sorrows hide: [Page 25] [...] But hand in hand a round me move, singing the sad╌dest Tales of Love; and try when your Complaints ye joyn, if all your wrongs can e╌qual mine.

[...] GIve me thy Youth the time of Love, the now that's in thy Pow'r; I'le fall on thee like migh╌ty Jove, in Love a nobler show'r. My thoughts shall still be fix'd on thee, with Love thy Love re╌ceive; un╌con╌stant then, and fic╌kle be, if Love will give you leave.

[...] I'Le drink off my Bot╌tle each Night for my share, but as for a Mistress I'le ne╌ver take care; the one makes me Jol╌ly and e╌ver more Gay, but a Mistress de╌stroys in Spor╌ting and Play. She drains all my Blood, 'till I look just as pale as a Thief that's half starved, long kept in a Gaol; in╌fee╌bles my Nerves, and doth

shorten my Life, and empties my Pockets, and so doth my Wife. Then Women make Then Women, &c. Asses of those that you can, I'le find out a Comrade, some jol╌ly brave Man; wherein our full Glasses we'l laugh and we'l jest, and perhaps for di╌ver╌sion we'l drink to the best.

[...] HOw happy's that Pris'ner that Conquers his Fate in silence, and ne're on bad For╌tune com╌plains; but care╌les╌ly plays with his Keys on the Grate, and makes a sweet Consort with them and his Chains: He drown's Care in Sack, while his thoughts are op╌prest, and makes his Heart float like a Cork in his Breast.

Then since we're all Slaves that I╌slan╌ders be, and our Land's a large Prison inclos'd with the Then since, &c. Then since, &c. Sea; we'l drink off the Ocean, and set our selves free, for Man is the World's E╌pi╌to╌my: We'l drink off the Ocean, and set our selves free, for Man is the World's E╌pi╌to╌my.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus. The Claret Bottle.

[...] A Pox of the Fooling and Plotting of late, what a Po╌ther and A Pox of the Fooling, &c. Stir has it kept in the State? Let the Rabble run mad with Sus╌pi╌cions and Fears; let 'em Scuffle and Jarr 'till they go by the Ears: Their Grievances never shall trou╌ble my Pate, so I can en╌joy my dear Bottle at quiet.

[...] AH cru╌el bloody Fate, what canst thou now do more? A­lass! 'tis now too late Phi╌lan╌der to restore: Why should the Heav'nly Pow'rs persuade poor Mortals to beleive, that they guard us here, and reward us there, yet all our Joys deceive.

[...] LOve you by all that's good, I do more than your Guardian An╌gel far; con╌fu╌sion seize me if I know besides your self a Woman fair: The Love of you is fix'd in ev'ry part, and my Eyes speak the Passion of my Heart.

[...] AS freezing Fountains, when the Sun goes off their Streams with-hold, and to their own im╌bra╌ces run 'till all congeal'd with Cold; or as a hopeless drooping Flow'r for day de╌par╌ted grieves, possest of nothing but a show'r of Tears up╌on her Leaves. Such, such am I in your ab╌sence left so like these Mourners show, that Brooks and Flow'rs of day be╌reft are Pictures of my Woe.

[...] WHil'st o╌thers on Dow╌ny Neasts are lol╌ling on La╌dies Breasts, a suck╌ing of Breath that is tain╌ted, and kis╌sing Lips that are painted; he's [Page 31] [...] up at the sound of the merry merry Horn, and drink of the wholsom breath of the Morn: His Mind and his Bo╌dy is e╌ver em╌ploy╌ing in Pleasures, in Pleasures, are worth the en╌joy╌ing.

[...] I'Le tell thee my Celia, if never before thou'st heard of the Pleasures that Love has in store; true Love is a Flame that for e╌ver burn bright, and Time cannot quench or di╌mi╌nish its Light. To none but Love's Emp'rick 'tis lost when en­joy'd, for they never lov'd truly that e╌ver were cloy'd.

[...] CLose in a hol╌low si╌lent Cave young Da╌mon slee╌ping lay, himself one hour from Grief to save, and from the scorching day; he Ce╌lia lov'd, whose Face and Wit did ev'ry Shepherd's Sence controul; whose ev'ry Hair was Love's soft Net, whose ev'ry Glance a Heart did get, and ev'ry Smile a Soul.

[...] SInce cruel Thir╌tis you my Torments slight, and take no no╌tice of my Am'rous Flame, in these Vermilion Letters thus I write my bloody Reasons to con╌firm the same; in these Ver╌mi╌lion Let╌ters thus I write my bloo╌dy Reasons to confirm the same, my bloody Reasons to confirm the same. These of my Passion are the live╌ly Marks which from my Veins in Blood you here see writ; touch them, your Breast will kindle with the Sparks the ardent Cha╌ra╌cters are wrecking yet: Touch them, your Breast will kin╌dle with the Sparks the ar╌dent Cha╌ra╌cters are wrecking yet, the ardent Cha╌ra╌cters are wrecking yet.

[...] AF╌ter all your Cru╌el╌ty I Love you still, tho by all that's good 'tis much against my will: Ah Phil╌lis! could I my Love to reason bend, my sin╌cere Passion soon would have an end; but un╌hap╌py Damon must condemn'd re­main, for his ten╌der Love that's answer'd by dis╌dain. Let then your Sentence past, doom your Slave to dye, let him not Languish to E╌ter╌ni╌ty.

A. 2. voc. Cantus & Bassus.

[...] CHeer up my Friends, the Winter's ending, Spring comes on, and the year's, and the year's a mending. Oh! that the State had the like turn of Fate, that the gen╌tle Winds could o╌ver blow like the Winter's Snow, all the black [Page 35] [...] Storms that are rais'd be╌low. Hark, how the winged Consort chant it, all in a Concord whilst we want it; to the Fields let's go, and a╌void this Jar╌ring, this horrid noise of Plots and Warring; with the Clink of his self let the Churl please himself, tho we have not the heaps of sordid Treasure, we'll make it up with mirth and pleasure, we'll make it up with mirth and plea╌sure. Na╌ture is kind and gen╌tle, she from Discord and Re╌bel╌lion, and Re╌bel╌lion free. Her Offspring was for Love design'd, so once the Race of Human kind, in Friendship and in Peace unbind. [Page 36] [...] Since then 'tis so, why should not we, when sweetness drops from ev'ry Tree, like all the World melt, melt, melt, in╌to Har╌mo╌ny?

[...] SYl╌via, tell me how long it will be before you do grant my de­sire; is there no end of your Cru╌el╌ty, but must I consume in this Fire? You'l not tell me you love me, nor yet that you hate, but take pleasure in seeing me Lan╌guish: O Syl╌via! pi╌ty my desperate state, for thou art the cause of my An╌guish.

A. 2. Voc.

[...] SInce you have Wars remov'd, and given three Kingdoms rest, there never was King so lov'd, nor e╌ver was Land so blest; and at your auspicious Birth, we our ge╌ne╌ral Joys improve, for the day we give all to Mirth, and the Night is too short for our Love.

A. 2. Voc.

[...] SUre Nature never yet design'd, that Beauty should be so unkind; her Gifts for want of usage are de╌stroy'd: Beauty's not Beauty when it is en­joy'd; and what greater Curse can on Females be laid, than to live a young Widow, or dye an old Maid.

[...] CHange, Oh! change your fatal Bows, since neither knows the Virtue of each others Darts; a╌lass! what will become of Hearts? If it prove a Death to Love, we shall find Death will be cru╌el to be kind; for when he shall to Armies fly, where Men think Blood too cheap to buy themselves a Name, he reconciles them, and deprives the Valiant Men of more than Lives, of Vi╌cto╌ry and Fame. Whilst Love deceiv'd by these cold Shafts, in­stead

of curing, wounded Hearts, must kill in╌deed. Take pi╌ty Gods, some ease the World will find, to give young Cupid Eyes, or strike Death blind: Death should not then have his own will, and Love by see'ng Men blind leave off to kill.

[...] VI╌cto╌rious Men of Earth, no more proclaim how wide your Empires are, tho you bind in ev'ry Shore, and your Triumphs reach as far as night or day; yet you proud Monarchs must o╌bey, and mingle with for╌sa╌ken Ashes, wⁿ Death calls you to the croud of common Men, de╌vou╌ring Famine, Plague, and War, each a╌ble to un╌do Mankind, Death ser╌vile E╌mis╌sa╌ries are, nor to these a╌lone con╌fin'd.

He hath at will more quaint and sub╌til ways to kill, a Smile or Kiss, as he will use the Art, shall have the cun╌ning skill to break the Heart.

[...] THus Mortals must sub╌mit to Fate, some more ear╌ly, some more late; Life to this World is on╌ly lent, and is re╌paid by time and ac╌ci╌dent, and is repaid by time and ac╌ci╌dent. Why then should wretched Souls re­pine, that they are soo╌nest made Di╌vine, and go where they shall be se╌cure of Joys, and no more shocks of Chance endure: Their Joys are per╌fect and no care, nothing is left to wish or fear: Their Joys are perfect and no care, nothing is left to wish or fear. How happy, how happy's the Soul that has took his best [Page 41] [...] flight from darkness to light, from below to above; from en╌vy and hatred, to praise and to Love; from en╌vy and hatred, from en╌vy and hatred, to praise and to Love.

[...] NOw, now the Fight's done, and the great God of War lies sleeping in shades, and un╌ruf╌fles his Care: Love laughs at his Rest, and the Souldiers Allarms; he Drums, and he Trumpets, and struts in his Arms. He rides on his Lance, and the Bushes he bangs; and his broad bloody Sword on the Willow Tree hangs.

[...] WHilst our peaceful Flocks do lye, safe╌ly kept by care╌ful Eye; Ev'ry pret╌ty blea╌ting Lamb close╌ly ly╌ing by his Dam. Early hither do we press, fairest, loveli'st Shepherdess; for to Ce╌le╌brate thy Praise in our soft and well tuned Layes.

Blest be our mighty Pan, blest be our mighty Pan; and that bright she, to whom we Blest be our mighty Pan, blest be our mighty Pan; and that bright she, to whom we owe all our Fe╌li╌ci╌ty. Blest be our mighty Pan, blest be our owe all our Fe╌li╌ci╌ty. Blest be our mighty Pan, blest be our mighty Pan; and that bright she, to whom we owe all our Fe╌li╌ci╌ty. mighty Pan; and that bright she, to whom we owe all our Fe╌li╌ci╌ty.

A. 2. Voc.

[...] ALL hail to the glorious Spring, and to e╌ve╌ry painted Flow'r; they make me a migh╌ty King, and bow to my short liv'd Pow'r: From their Earthly Beds, see how they raise their dew╌y heads; see how they offer at my Feet,

all that is beau╌ti╌ful and sweet. Who would sub╌mit to the Cares of the Great, and the Who would sub╌mit to the Cares of the Great, and the Dangers that wait on his Fall; when Nature's a Sub╌ject to ev'╌ry Wit, and a Dangers that wait on his Fall; when Nature's a Sub╌ject to ev'╌ry Wit, and a Man that's con╌ten╌ted has all. Man that's con╌ten╌ted has all.

[...] AWake, a╌wake, a╌wake, my Lyre, and tell thy si╌lent Ma­sters humble Tale; a╌wake, a╌wake, a╌wake, my Lyre, and tell thy si╌lent Masters humble Tale, in Sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire, tho so ex╌al╌ted she, and I so low╌ly be, tell her such diff'rent Notes make all thy Har╌mo╌ny.

[...] Hark, hark, how the Strings awake, and tho the mo╌ving hand approach not near, themselves with awful Fear a kind of num'rous trembling make: Hark, hark, how the Strings awake, and tho the moving hand approach not near, themselves with [Page 47] [...] aw╌ful Fear a kind of num'rous trem╌bling make. Now all thy For╌ces try, now all thy Charms ap╌ply; revenge up╌on her Ear the Conquest of her Eye, revenge up╌on her Ear the Conquest of her Eye.

[...] Weak Lyre, this virtue sure is use╌less here, since thou art on╌ly found to cure, but not to wound; and she to wound, but not to cure. Too weak too wilt thou prove, my Passion to re­move; Physick to o╌ther Ills, th'art Nou╌rish╌ment to Love.

[...] Sleep, sleep again my Lyre, for thou can'st never tell my humble Tale, in sounds that may prevail; [Page 48] [...] nor gentle, though in her in╌spire; all thy vain Mirth lay by, bid thy Strings silent lye. Sleep, sleep again my Lyre, and let thy Master dye; sleep again my Lyre, and let thy Master dye.

This SONG was by Dr. Blow Composed, to be performed with Instrumental Musick, Symphony's and Ritornello's, of four Parts betwixt every Verse; and likewise Chorus's of four Voices betwixt every Verse: But as it is here printed, you have all which is to be sung alone to the Theorbo, and is suitable to the rest in this Book.

[...] POor Ma╌ri╌a╌na long in vain within her constant Breast, harbour'd a Passion for her Swain, w^ch could not be supprest: The Youth an e╌qual Flame did own, yet 'twas but a pretence; for his false Heart was quickly shown by its in╌dif╌fe╌rence.

A PASTORAL SONG set by Mr. William Gregory, in memory of his deceased Friend Mr. Pelham Humphrys, one of the Gentlemen of HIS MAJESTY'S Chappel, and Master of the Children of the Chappel.

[...] DId you not hear the hideous groan, the sighs and hea╌vy moan, that spread themselves o're all the pen╌sive Plain, and rent the Breast of many a tender Swain? 'Twas for A╌min╌tas, dead and gone. Sing ye for╌sa╌ken Shepherds, sing his Praise, in careless Me╌lan╌cho╌ly lays: Lend him a lit╌tle doleful breath, poor A╌min╌ [...]as, poor A╌min╌tas, cruel Death. 'Twas thou that mad'st dead words to live, thou that dull Numbers didst in╌spire, with charming Voice, and tune╌ful Lyre: That Life to [Page 50] [...] all but to thy self could'st give, why could'st thou not thy wond'rous Art bequeath? Poor A­min╌tas,

poor A╌min╌tas, cru╌el Death. Sing, pious Shepherds, sing whilst you Sing, pious Shepherds, sing whilst you may, before the ap╌proa╌ches of the fa╌tal Day; for you your selves that sing, that may, before the ap╌proa╌ches of the fa╌tal Day; for you your selves that sing, that sing this mournful Song, a╌lass! e're it be long, shall like A╌min╌tas breathless sing this mournful Song, a╌lass! a╌lass! e're it be long, shall like A╌min╌tas be, tho more for╌got╌ten in the Grave, in the Grave, than he; tho more for╌ breathless be, tho more for╌got╌ten in the Grave, the Grave, than he; got╌ten in the Grave, in the Grave, than he. tho more for╌got╌ten in the Grave, the Grave, than he.

A PASTORAL ELEGY on the Earl of Rochester, who died the 26^th of July, 1680. Set by Dr. John Blow.

[...] AS on his Death-bed gasping Stre╌phon lay; Strephon the won╌der of the Plains, the noblest of the Arcadian Swains, Strephon the bold, the wit╌ty, and the gay: With many a Sigh, and ma╌ny a Tear, he said, Re­mem╌ber, re╌mem╌ber me ye Shepherds when I'm dead; remember me ye Shepsherds, re╌mem╌ber me ye Shepherds when I'm dead. Ye trifling Glories of the World a╌dieu, and vain ap╌plau╌ses of the Age; for when we quit this mortal Stage, be╌lieve me, Shepherds, for I tell you true, those [Page 52] [...] Pleasures which from virtuous deeds we have, create the sweetest Slum╌bers in the Grave. Then since your fa╌tal hour will surely come, surely your Heads lay low as mine, your bright Me╌ri╌dian Sun decline; beseech the mighty Pan to guard you home, if in E╌li╌zium you would hap╌py be: Live not like Strephon, but like Strephon dye; live not like Strephon, but like Strephon dye.

[...] THE Night her blackest Sables wore, and gloomy were the Skies; and glitt'ring Stars there were no more, than those in Stella's Eyes: When at her Fa╌ther's Gate I knock'd, where I had of╌ten been; and shrowded on╌ly with her Smock, the fair one let me in.

[...] WHen Phillis watcht her harmless Sheep, not one poor Lamb was made a Prey; yet she had cause enough to weep, her sil╌ly Heart did go astray: Then fly╌ing to the neighb'ring Grove, she left the tender Flock to rove, and to the Winds did breath her Love. She sought in vain to ease her Pain, the heedless Winds did fan her Fire; venting her Grief gave no re╌lief, but rather did encrease desire. Then sitting with her Arms across, her Sorrows streaming from each Eye; she sixt her thoughts up╌on her Loss, and in De╌spair re╌solv'd to dye.

[...] HOW wretched am I when Cla╌rin╌da does frown, at her Feet in con╌fu╌sion I fall; and kneeling, on Heaven for as╌si╌stance I call, and court the kind Stars they'd in pi╌ty look down: But in vain to their aid my Mi╌se╌ry flies, for the Gods I but i╌dly implore; 'tis Cla╌rin╌da a╌lone my Peace can re­store, no Heav'n but her Smiles, and no Stars but her Eyes.

[...] IN vain, in vain, brisk God of Love, in vain have I thy pow'rful Charms long long strove to de╌fie; for just as when some for╌ti╌fy'd Town has long long held out the Siege, then bat╌ter'd down: So I that ne╌ver fear'd, nay scorn'd thy Dart, at length am woun╌ded, wounded, at the Heart. Look then up╌on the Sa╌cri╌fice you've slain, view well the Heart, and see if there one stain of Treachery you find; if not, then say, Ah! Ah! dear, dear Heart! that ne╌ver went a╌stray; dear Heart! that ne╌ver went a╌stray.

[...] WHilst I in Shades was mu╌sing all a╌lone, I heard a Nymph i'th' Wood thus make her moan: Ah cruel Boy! she cry'd, thou still dost slight my Sighs, my Groans, a╌las! thou kil'st me quite; each Wood, each Plain, each Hill, I've trac'd a­round, but nought save Fancies for my pains I've found. Ah! cruel Boy! in Sighs again, she said, How oft hast stopt thy Ears, when I have play'd in charming Notes to melt you stubborn Swain; but still for Love thou dost return disdain. Ah! shall I dye! Gods, are ye so un­kind! t'afford no aid to my di╌stra╌cted Mind! and at these words she wept, the [Page 13] [...] Woods resound with pier╌cing Groans, a voice she heard rebound: Thus to the Nymph it said, Thy charm'd Delights me from my ten╌der Flocks to thee In╌vites, my ra╌vish'd Sen╌ses tran╌ced by your Charms, I'le cir╌cled live, and dye within your Arms.

A. 2. voc.

[...] GOne are my hap╌py days, all lost, for she that stole my Heart, stole then my Li╌ber╌ty; arm'd with the Spoils of a de╌fence╌less Breast, and in the richest Garb of Nature drest: Crown'd by her Conquest now she's gone, ne're to remember loving Thirsis moan.

[...] IN Phillis all vile Jilts are met, foolish, un╌cer╌tain, false Cocquet; Love is her constant welcome Guest, and still the new╌est pleases best: Quickly she likes, then

leaves as soon, her Life on Woman's a Lampoon; Quickly she likes, then leaves as soon, her Life on Woman's a Lampoon. Yet for the Plague of Human Race, this De╌vil has an Angel's face: such Youth, such sweetness in her look, who can be Man, and not be took? What former Love, what Wit, what Art, can save a poor enclining Heart? What former Love, what [Page 15] [...] Wit, what Art, can save a poor en╌cli╌ning Heart? In vain a thousand times an hour, Rea╌son re╌bels a╌gainst her Pow'r; in vain I rail, I curse her Charms, one look my fee╌ble Rage disarms: There is En╌chant╌ment in her Eyes, who sees 'em can no more be wise; There is En╌chant╌ment in her Eyes, who sees 'em can no more be wise.

[...] WHat Woman was e╌ver so for╌tu╌nate, as to dis╌co╌ver the fal╌si╌ty of an im╌por╌tu╌nate treacherous Lover; with Cringes and Tears when they vow they will e╌ver o╌bey us, poor cre╌du╌lous we never know they will surely be­tray us. Persidious Man! let us do what we can, will un╌do us; they de╌sign to de­ceive, when they make us believe that they woo us: And Perjury's grown such an Art in the Town, so in fashion; that Custom and Time has made it no Crime in the Na╌tion.

[...] ON the Bank of a Ri╌ver close under the shade, young Cleon and Sylva one evening were laid; the Youth pleaded strongly for proof of his Love, but Honour had won her his Flame to reprove. She cry'd, where's the Luster, when Clouds shade the Sun? or what is rich Nectar, the tast being gone? 'Mongst Flow'rs on the Stalk sweetest Odours do dwell; but if gather'd the Rose is, it lo╌ses the smell.

[...] GO on, true Heart! pur╌sue the Prize, thy Pas╌sion knows its Doom; 'twill find some pi╌ty in her Eyes, or send thee slighted home: Yet from her Heart I'le read my Fate, if that to Love in╌cline; it can╌not change so soon to hate, but it must think on mine.

[...] THat beau╌te╌ous Creature for whom I'm a Lover, I can╌not, I will not, I must not dis╌co╌ver, I can╌not, I will not, I must not dis╌co╌ver: Yet [Page 19] [...] mark well my Song, and some Token I'le give; for she that both kills my Heart, and makes it live, is

either call'd Ma╌ry, or Bet╌ty, or Ann. Now guess if you can, now guess if you can.

[...] BLess, Mortals, bless the chearing Light that flows from Caelia's Eyes, for never did a Star so bright in Beauties Heav'n rise: And whilst a Crown's uneasie weight, and all the mighty toyls of State, she softens with her Charms, bless, bless, the hap╌py Monarch in her Arms.

A. 2. voc.

[...] PHi╌lan╌der once a mer╌ry Swain, a charming Nymph did love; who ne╌ver paid his Love a╌gain, but did un╌con╌stant prove: Fals╌ly the Shepherd she forsook, and did his Love dis╌dain; yet he in love such plea╌sure took, that he embrac'd the Pain.

An AYRE on a Ground.

[...] HIgh State and Honours to o╌thers im╌part, but give me your Heart; that Treasure, that Treasure a╌lone, I beg for my own: So gen╌tle a Love, so frequent a Fire, my Soul does inspire; that Treasure, that Treasure alone, I beg for my own. Your Love let me crave, give me in pos╌ses╌sing so matchless a Bles╌sing, that Empire is all I would have, loves my Petition, and all my Ambition. If e're you dis╌co╌ver so faithful, so faithful a Lover, so re╌al a Flame, I'le dye, I'le dye, I'le dye, so give up my Game.

On a LADY dressing by a Glass. A. 2. voc.

[...] OH! do not wrong that Face that is so fair, Na╌ture will chide if you her Work im╌pair; she has been free in gi╌ving all she can, to make you love╌ly, and ad╌mir'd by Man. Then lay a╌side your Glass, let me now ad╌vise you, 'till Age or Grief, or both, make Men despise you.

[...] THE bright Laurinda, whose hard fate it was to love a Swain, ill-natur'd, faithless, and ingrate, grew wea╌ry of her pain: Long, long, a╌las! she vain╌ly strove, to free her Captive Heart from Love; 'till urg'd too much by his Disdain, she broke at last the strong-link'd Chain, and vow'd she ne're would love a╌gain.

[...] APox up╌on this need╌less Scorn, Sylvia for shame the Cheat give o're; the end to which the Fair are born, is not to keep their Charms in store: But la╌vish╌ly dis╌pose in hast of Joys, which none but Youth improve; Joys which decay when Beau╌ties past, and who when Beauties past will love?

[...] AH! what can mean that ea╌ger Joy, Transports my Soul when you ap╌pear? ah Strephon! you my Thoughts employ, with all that's Charming, all that's dear. When you your pleasing Sto╌ry tell, a ten╌der╌ness in╌vades my Parts; And I with Blush╌es own, I feel something too mel╌ting at my Heart.

[...] DRaw out the Minutes twice as long, swift Night, and run in debt to day; Loves Ene╌my, thou soft-pac'd robber of Delight, how thou dost steal a­way. Clo╌rin╌da, bid Time stop his full ca╌rier, whisper a gen╌tle Charm in╌to his Ear; tell him, 'tis you, tell him, 'tis you that's here. Sure nothing's Charm-proof 'gainst that Tongue, those Eyes, that grate╌ful Meen of yours; one look from you, from you, will Fa╌ther Time surprise, he'l lose his Minutes, Hours. And well for him; 'tis [Page 27] [...] Time improv'd, to be blest with a glimpse of that Di╌vi╌ni╌ty, all will adore, all will a╌dore that see.

A. 2. voc.

[...] PHil╌lis, accept a bro╌ken Heart, w^ch none 'till now could move; Beauty, like yours, should scorn a part, in fa╌ding per╌jur'd Love: Yet I some­times have seen you smile, on one makes Love a Trade; you smile, but though I hope the while, on those he had be╌tray'd.

[...] LOvely Se╌li╌na, in╌no╌cent and free from all the dangerous Arts of Love, thus in a me╌lan╌cho╌ly Grove en╌joy'd the sweetness of her Pri╌va╌cy; 'till en╌vious Gods de╌sign╌ing to un╌do her, dis­patch'd the Swain not un╌like then to woo her. It was not long e're the design did take; a gen╌tle Youth born to persuade, deceiv'd the too too ea╌sie Maid; her Scrip and Garlands soon she did forsake, and rash╌ly told the Secrets of her Heart, which the fond Man would e╌ver╌more im╌part. False Flori­mel, [Page 29] [...] joy of my Heart, said she, 'Tis hard to love, and love in vain, to love, and not be lov'd a╌gain; and why should Love and Prudence dis╌a╌gree? Pi╌ty ye Pow'rs that sit at ease a╌bove, if e're you know what 'tis to be in Love.

[...] PHil╌lis, whose Heart was un╌con╌fin'd and free, as Flow'rs on Meads and Plains; none boasted of her being kind, 'mongst all the languishing and am'rous Swains: No Sighs or Tears her Heart could move, to pi╌ty or re╌turn their Love.

ORRA-MOOR, a Lapland Song.

[...] WIth brightest Beams let the Sun shine on Orra-Moor; could I be sure, that from the top of lof╌ty Pine I Or╌ra╌Moor might see, I to the highest Bough would climb, and with industrious labour try, there to de╌scry my Mistress, if that there she be. Could I but know amidst the Flow'rs, or in what shade she stays; the gawdy Bow'rs, with all their ver╌dant Pride, their Blossoms and their Sprays, which make my Mi╌stress dis╌ap╌pear, and her in en╌vious dark╌ness hide, I from the Roots and [Page 31] [...] Beds of Earth would tear. Up╌on the Raft of Clouds I'd ride, which un╌to Or╌ra fly; of Ra╌vens I would bor╌row Wings, and all the fea╌ther'd In╌mates of the Sky. But Wings, a╌lass! are me de╌ny'd, the Stork and Swan their Pinions will not lend: There's none who un╌to Or╌ra bring, or will by that kind Conduct me befriend.

[...] BEar witness now you silver Streams, and pleasing shady Groves; whose Harmony and Solitude can sweeten harmless Loves: How loud the Eccho's of my Sighs do ring, for her whose Scorns can me no comfort bring? Ye Pow'rs above, grant she may love, and feel those Pangs which I al╌rea╌dy know. For if Love once dwell in her Breast, for if Love once dwell in her Breast, such pleasing Re╌lief will drown all my Grief, and make me a Lover that's blest.

[...] MUst poor Lovers still be wooing, Beauties must they ne╌ver gain? Must they always be pursuing, never, never, to obtain? Can you glory in our dy╌ing? bleeding Wounds should pi╌ty move; can you glo╌ry in de╌ny╌ing? yield at last, and crown our Love. Then all the lit╌tle Gods of Love that are near us, and all the sweet Birds of the Grove that can hear us; in the Air and on Boughs shall attend us around, all the Cupids with Roses shall co╌ver the ground, whil'st our am'rous Birds chanting, the Eccho's resound.

[...] WHen first Ce╌lin╌da blest mine Eyes, so pret╌ty and so moving was ev'ry Grace, that the surprize took off the pow'r of Loving: The Virtues of her pleasing Charms, my Senses stole a╌way; Love had no strength to rise in Arms, nor power to O╌bey.

[...] CEase, fruitless hopes, lest you convey my Heart to pi╌ti╌ful despair; put those false shapes of Love a╌way, and let Fru╌i╌tion be my Pray'r: For to my Mi╌se­ry [Page 35] [...] I find, Love can be deaf, as well as blind; where Int'rest rules a╌bove, there's little pleading in the Laws of Love.

[...] ALL o╌ther Bles╌sings are but Toys, to him that in his Sleep enjoys; who in his Slumber does receive something his wa╌king cannot give: The Joys are pu╌rer, for he spares the Crimes, Ex╌pen╌ces, and the Cares.

A. 2. voc.

[...] HAppy is the Country life, blest with Content, good Health, and Ease; Free from factious Noise and Strife, we on╌ly Plot our selves to please: Peace of Mind the Days delight, and Love our welcom Dream at Night.

A. 2. voc.

[...] NOW ev'ry place fresh Pleasure yields, let all our Ap╌pe╌tites be free; let us en╌joy the verdant Fields, this is Dame Nature's Ju╌bi╌lee.

CORIDON and PHILLIS, or the Cautious Lover. Almain.

[...] TO love and like, and not succeed, such Passions in the Mind do breed; that it depraves the no╌bler part, en╌sla╌ving of the Heart, oh sad Love! 'Tis Love, fond Love, that does deceive the Mind, and nothing but Instinct can make him blind; who is thus led by that un╌hap╌py Boy, like wisping Will out of the bet╌ter way, yet thinks he does not stray.

Courant. Second Part.

[...] AT length in musing what to do, Love undertook to shew the way to woo; in nothing else can he di╌rect or guide. When met, draw near with courtly pace, kiss her soft Hand, ad╌mire her comely Face; dye if thou can'st, at last like Death ap­pear, then kiss a╌gain and smile, and ne╌ver fear.

Saraband. Third Part.

[...] CO╌ri╌don met Phil╌lis fair close by a Ri╌ver side, walking up╌on the Bank for to see the Stream glide: O but fair Swain! she said, [Page 39] [...] who e're dis╌co╌vers that we walk thus a╌lone, will conclude we are Lovers.

Jigg. Fourth Part.

[...] THen we'l joyn hand in hand, and walk o're the Down, make Chaplets of Ro╌ses our Heads to crown: The Ci╌ty may boast of her rich At╌tire, that's nothing to lo╌ving with true de╌sire.

A SONG in PSYCHE. A. 2. voc.

[...] ALL joy to fair Psyche in this hap╌py place, and to our great Master who her shall embrace; may never his Love nor her Beau╌ty de╌cay, but be

warm as the Spring, and still fresh as the Day. No Mortals on Earth e╌ver wretched could

prove, if still while they liv'd they'd be al╌ways in Love, if still while they liv'd they'd be always in Love.

[...] HOW long d'ye mean to torture me, in Love's hot scorching Flame? Clo­ris, what time shall I get free, from Love's fan╌ta╌stick Dreams? Never that sad In­fer╌nal sound, does dai╌ly reach mine Ear; and e╌ver racks that bleeding Wound, which for your sake, which for your sake I bear.

A SONG upon a Ground.

[...] SHE loves, and she con╌fes╌ses too, there's then at last no more to do; the hap╌py Work's en╌tire╌ly done, en╌ter the Town w^ch thou hast won: The fruits of Conquest now, now, now begin, I╌o, Tri╌umph, en╌ter in. What's this, ye Gods! what can it be! re­mains there still an E╌ne╌my! Bold Honour stands up in the Gate, and would yet ca­pi╌tu╌late. Have I o'recome all re╌al Foes, and shall this Phantome me op­pose? [Page 43] [...] Noi╌sy nothing stalking Shade, by what Witchcraft wert thou made, thou emp╌ty cause of so╌lid Harms? But I shall find out Counter Charms, thy Ai╌ry Devilship to remove, from this Cir╌cle here of Love: Sure I shall rid my self of thee, by the Night's ob╌scu╌ri╌ty, and ob­scu╌rer se╌cre╌cy. Un╌like to ev'╌ry o╌ther Spright, thou at­tempt'st not Men to affright, nor appear'st, nor appear'st, but in the Light.

[...] LƲ╌cin╌da by a se╌cret Art, unknown to all but her; which she has pra╌ctis'd on my Heart, has charm'd, has charm'd the Wan╌de╌rer: En­joyment which did use t'a╌bate the vi╌gour of Love's heat, does now fresh Appe­tites create, the Plea╌sures to re╌peat.

Bess of Bedlam.

[...] FRom silent Shades, and the E╌li╌zium Groves, where sad de╌par╌ted Spi╌rits mourn; there Loves, from Chrystal Streams, and from that Coun╌try, where Jove crowns the Fields with Flowers all the year, poor senceless Bess, cloath'd in her Rags and Fol╌ly, is come to cure her Love╌sick Me╌lan╌cho╌ly: Bright Cyn╌thia kept her Re╌vels late, while Mab the Fairy-Queen did dance; and O╌be╌ron did sit in State, when Mars at Ve╌nus ran his Lance. In yon╌der Cow╌slip lies my Dear, en­tomb'd in li╌quid Gems of Dew; each day I'le wa╌ter it with a Tear, its fa╌ding [Page 46] [...] Blossom to re╌new: For since my Love is dead, and all my Joys are gone; poor Bess for his sake a Gar╌land will make, my Mu╌sick shall be a Groan. I'le lay me down and dye; with╌in some hollow Tree, the Rav'n and Cat, the Owl and Bat, shall war╌ble forth my E╌le╌gy. Did you not see my Love as he past by you? His two flaming Eyes, if he come nigh you, they will scorch up your Hearts. Ladies, be╌ware ye, lest he should dart a glance that may en╌snare ye. Hark! hark! I hear old Cha╌ron bawl, his Boat he will no lon╌ger stay; the Fu╌ries lash their [Page 47] [...] Whips, and call, Come, come a╌way, come, come a╌way: Poor Bess will re╌turn to the place whence she came, since the World is so mad, she can hope for no Cure; for Love's grown a Bubble, a Shadow, a Name, which Fools do ad╌mire, and wise Men en╌dure. Cold and hungry am I grown, Am╌bro╌sia will I feed up╌on, drink Nectar still, and sing; who is content, does all Sorrow prevent: And Bess in her Straw, whil'st free from the Law, in her Thoughts is as great, great as a King.

[...] SHE who my poor Heart pos╌ses╌ses, is of late so fic╌kle grown; she to ev'╌ry Fop that dresses, still is parting with her own: Once if a╌ny chance to name her, I all ravish'd do appear; now I blush lest they defame her, with some truth I dare not hear.

[...] COme dear Com╌pa╌nions of th' Ar╌ca╌dian Fields, let us com­bine to countermine the Plots, which Female con╌ver╌sa╌tion yields. We'l break their Fetters from their Charms, be free, and re╌gain Man his long-lost Li╌ber╌ty.