Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy Volume VI Part 16

And what they swore I would never believe: But when so humbly one made his Addresses, With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind, I thought it a Sin to refuse his Caresses, Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind.

Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving, Stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain, I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing, I'll have the pleasure, let him have the pain: If he proves perjur'd, I shall not be cheated, He may deceive himself, but never me; 'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated, For I'm as false, and inconstant as he.

_A_ SONG. _The Words and Tune by Mr._ Edward Keen. _Sung by Mrs._ Willis, _in the Play call'd_ The Heiress: _Or_, The Salamanca Doctor.

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_CaeLIA'S_ bright Beauty all others transcend, Like Lovers Sprightly G.o.ddess she's flippant and gay; Her rival Admirers in crouds do attend, To her their devoirs and Addresses to pay: Pert gaudy c.o.xcombs the Fair one adore, Grave Dons of the Law and quere Prigs of the Gown; Close Misers who brood o'er their Treasure in store, And Heroes for plundring of modern renown, But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under, And Misers all Women despise, She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes, And laughs at the Grave and Precise.

Next she's caress'd by a musical crew, Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute, And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue, That's a just cause for rejecting their suit: Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor, And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains; For these thought to have her for whistling for, They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains.

And to the pretender to make her surrender, By singing no favour she'll show; For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice, For a politick reason you know.

_A_ SONG.

[Music: The King is gone to _Oxon_ Town, with all his might and main a; the n.o.bles they attending on, with all their gallant train a: The May'r of the Town in his Furr Gown, gave the King such a thing, the like was never seen; _A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves_, made of the Stags good Leather: _A pair of gloves I say, a pair of Gloves_, to keep his hands from the Weather; Nay, some do say they gave him Gold, _That's a lye, then said I_, as soon as I heard it told; for why shou'd they go give their Gold away, to him that has so much of his own a?]

_A_ SONG _in_ Love's a Jest. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES. _Sung by Mrs._ HUDSON.

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Mortal's learn your Lives to measure, Not by length of Time, but Pleasure; Now the Hours invite comply, Whilst you idly pa.s.s they flye: Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep, But in torment, in torment when they creep.

Mortals learn your Lives to measure, Not by length of Time, but Pleasure; Soon your Spring must have a fall, Losing Youth is losing all; Then you'll ask, but none will give, And may linger, but not live.

_A_ SONG, _in the Play call'd_ Self-Conceit: _Or_, The Mother made a Property. _Set by Mr._ John Eccles. _Sung by Mrs._ Bowman.

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Oh! the mighty pow'r of Love, What Art against such Force can move; The harmless Swain is ever blest, Beneath some silent, shady Grove; Until some Nymph invade his Breast, And disapprove his eager Love.

Oh! the mighty power of Love, What Art against such Force can move; The Greatest Hero who in Arms, Has gain'd a thousand Victories: Submits to _Caelia's_ brighter Charms, And dreads a killing from her Eyes.

_A_ SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ HUDSON, _in the Play call'd_ Love Triumphant: _Or_, Nature will prevail. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES.

What state of Life can be so blest, As Love that warms a Lover's Breast; Two Souls in one the same desire, To grant the Bliss and to require: But if in Heaven a h.e.l.l we find, 'Tis all from thee, oh Jealousy!

Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou Tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, thou tyrant, Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!

Jealousy, oh! oh! oh! Jealousy, thou tyrant of the mind.

All other ills tho' sharp they prove, Serve to refine and sweeten Love; In absence or unkind disdain, Sweet hope relieves the Lovers pain: But oh! no cure but death we find, To set us free from Jealousy, Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! _&c._

False in thy Gla.s.s all objects are, Some set too near, and some too far; Thou art the fire of endless Night, The fire that burns and gives no light, All torments of the d.a.m.n'd we find, In only thee, oh Jealousy!

Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! _&c._

_A_ Scotch SONG. _Set by Mr._ ROBERT c.o.x.

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When _Jockey_ first I saw, my Soul was charm'd, To see the bonny Lad so blith, so blith and gay; My Heart did beat it being alarm'd, That I to _Jockey_ nought, nought could say: At last I courage took and Pa.s.sion quite forsook, And told the bonny Lad his Charms I felt; He then did smile with a pleasing look, And told me _Jenny_ in his Arms, his Arms should melt.

_A Song. Sung by Mrs._ Temple. _Set by Mr._ J. Clark.

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I Seek no more to shady coverts, _Jockey's_ Eyn are all my Joy; Beauty's there I Ken, that cannot, Must not, shall not, steal away: What wou'd _Jockey_ now do to me, Surely you're to me unkind; Ise ne'er see you, nay you fly me, Yet are ne'er from out my Mind.

Tell me why 'tis thus you use me, Take me quickly to your Arms; Where in blisses blithly basking, Each may rival others Charms: Oh but fye, my _Jockey_ pray now, What d'ye, do not, let me go; O I vow you will undoe me, What to do I do not know.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ PHILL. HART.

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Tho' I love and she knows it, she cares not, She regards not my Pa.s.sion at all; But to tell me she hates me she spares not, As often as on her I call: 'Tis her Pleasure to see me in pain, 'Tis her pain to grant my desire; Then if ever I Love her again, May I never, never, never, never, may I never, be free from Love's fire.

MIRTILLO. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ Tho. Clark.