SONG, IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR. I LOOK'D and faw within the book of fate, When many days did lour, When lo! one happy hour Leap'd up, and smil❜d to save the sinking ftate; A day fhall come when in thy power Thy cruel foes shall be ; Then shall thy land be free: And then in peace shall reign; But take, O take that opportunity, Which once refus'd will never come again. 5 SONG, IN THE MAIDEN QUEEN. I FEED a flame within, which fo torments me, That it both pains my heart, and yet contents me: 'Tis fuch a pleasing fmart, and I fo love it, That I had rather die, than once remove it. Yet he, for whom I grieve, fhall never know it; 5 My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it. Not a figh, nor a tear, my pain discloses, 10 Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel, me: To be more happy, I dare not aspire ; 15 Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher. SONG, IN THE FIRST PART OF THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA. I. WHEREVER I am, and whatever I do, When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go, more, Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind! II. 5 When Phyllis I fee, my heart bounds in my breaft, And the love I would ftifle is shown; But afleep, or awake, I am never at reft, 10 When from my eyes Phyllis is gone. Sometimes a fad dream does delude my fad mind; But, alas! when I wake, and no Phyllis I find, How I figh to myself all alone! III. Should a king be my rival in her I adore, And give me my Phyllis again! Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind, And envy no monarch his reign. IV. 15 20 Alas! I difcover too much of my love, kind, Than ever be freed from her power. 25 SONG, IN TWO PARTS, IN THE SECOND PART OF THE CONQUEST OF GRANADA. I. He. How unhappy a lover am I, While I figh for my Phyllis in vain ; All my hopes of delight Are another man's right, Who is happy, while I am in pain! 5 II. She. Since her honour allows no relief, But to pity the pains which "Tis the beft of your fate, In a hopeless estate, you bear, To give o'er, and betimes to despair. III. He. I have tried the falfe med'cine in vain ; 11 For I wish what I hope not to win: From without, my defire Has no food to its fire; But it burns and confumes me within. |