Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy Volume VI Part 4

CUPID'S _Courtesie._

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Through the cold shady Woods, As I was ranging, I heard the pretty Birds, Notes sweetly changing: Down by the Meadow's side, There runs a River A little Boy I spy'd With Bow and Quiver.

Little Boy tell me why Thou art here diving?

Art thou some Run-away; And hast no abiding?

I am no Run-away, _Venus_ my Mother, She gave me leave to play, When I came hither.

Little Boy go with me, And be my servant, I will take care to see For thy preferment: If I with thee should go, _Venus_ would chide me, And take away my Bow, And never abide me.

Little Boy let me know, What's thy Name termed, That thou dost wear a Bow, And go so arm'd: You may perceive the same, With often changing; _Cupid_ it is my Name, I live by ranging.

If _Cupid_ be thy Name, That shoot at Rovers; I have heard of thy Fame, By wounded Lovers: Should any languish that Are set on fire; By such a naked Brat, I much admire.

If thou dost but the least, At my Laws grumble; I'll pierce thy stubborn breast, And make thee humble, If I with Golden Dart, Wound thee but surely, There's no Physitians Art, That e're can cure thee.

Little Boy with thy Bow, Why dost thou threaten; It is not long ago Since thou wast beaten: Thy wanton Mother, fair _Venus_ will chide thee; When all thy Arrows are gone, Thou may'st go hide thee.

Of powerful shafts you see, I am well stored; Which makes my Deity, So much adored: With one poor Arrow now, I'll make thee s.h.i.+ver; And bend unto my Bow, And fear my Quiver.

Dear little _Cupid_ be, Courteous and kindly; I know thou can'st not see, But shootest blindly: Altho' thou call'st me blind, Surely I'll hit thee; That thou shalt quickly find, I'll not forget thee.

Then little _Cupid_ caught, His Bow so nimble; And shot a fatal shaft, Which made him tremble: Go tell thy Mistress dear, Thou canst discover; What all the Pa.s.sions are, Of a dying Lover.

And now this gallant Heart Sorely lies bleeding; He felt the greatest smart, From Love proceeding; He did her help implore, Whom he affected, But found that more and more, Him she rejected.

For _Cupid_ with his Craft, Quickly had chosen, And with a Leaden shaft, Her Heart had frozen: Which caus'd this Lover more, Daily to languish; And _Cupid's_ Aid implore, To heal this Anguish.

He humble pardon crav'd For his Offence past; And vow'd himself a Slave, And to love stedfast; His Prayers so ardent were, Whilst his Heart panted, That _Cupid_ lent an ear, And his suit granted.

For by his present plaint, He was regarded; And his adored Saint, His Love rewarded: And now they live in Joy, Sweetly embracing, And left the little Boy, In the Woods chasing.

_The Duke of_ GLOUCESTER's _March, Set by Dr._ BLOW.

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And now, now the Duke's March, Let the Haut-boys play; And his Troops in the Close, Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza: And now, now the Duke's March, Let the Haut-boys play; And his Troops in the Close, Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

_A_ SONG _Sung at_ RICHMOND _New Wells, the Words by_ M. S. _Set by Mr._ MORGAN.

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_Aurelia_ now one Moment lost, A thousand Sighs may after cost; Desires may oft return in vain, But Youth will ne'er return again: Desires may oft return in vain, But Youth will ne'er return again.

The fragrant sweets which do adorn, The glowing blushes of the Morn; By Noon are vanish'd all away, Then let _Aurelia_ live to Day.

_A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ PRINCE _in the_ Agreeable Disappointment.

_Sett by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES.

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_Chloe_ found Love for his _Psyche_ in Tears, She play'd with his Dart, and smil'd at his Fears, fears; 'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps, _Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps: 'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps, _Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps.

_Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN BARRETT.

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_Liberia's_ all my Thought and Dream, She's all, all, all, she's all, all, all, my Pleasure and my Pain: _Liberia's_ all that I esteem, And all I fear is her Disdain, Her Wit, her Humour and her Face, Please beyond all I felt before: Oh! Why can't I Admire her less, Or dear _Liberia_, or dear _Liberia_ love me more!

Like Stars all other Female Charms, Ne'er touch my Heart, but Feast my Eyes; For she's the only Sun that Warms, With her alone I'd live and dye: Immortal Pow'rs whose Work Divine, Inspires my Soul with so much Love; Grant your _Liberia_ may be mine, And then, then, then, then, and then, then I share your Joys above.

_Coy_ BELINDA, _and False_ AMINDOR.

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Coy _Belinda_ may discover, Love is nothing but a Name; 'Tis not Beauty warms the Lover, When he tells her of his Flame: But she keeps a greater Treasure, Binds and Bonds inflame his Heart; Charms that flow with tides of Pleasure, More obey'd than _Cupid's_ Dart.

False _Amintor_ leave Dissembling, Tell her plainly you are Poor; Hence are all your Sighs and Tremblings, When you talk of your Amour: Tho' you Sigh, and tho' you Languish, 'Till she gives herself away; Then you soon forget your Anguish, And _Belinda_ must obey.