Tis true, you may with art and pain, Then let us free each other's foul, And laugh at the dull conftant fool, Who would love's liberty control, And teach us how to whine by rule. Let us no impofitions fet, Or clogs upon each other's heart; But, as for pleasure first we met, So now for pleasure let us part. We both have spent our stock of love, So confequently should be free; Thyrfis expe&s you in yon' grove, And pretty Chloris stays for me. VII. Set by Mr. De Fefch. PHILLIS, this pious talk give o'er, And would by this prove me fo dull, In vain you fancy to deceive, VIII. Set by Mr. Smith. STILL, Dorinda, I adore, Staying, I my vows fhall fail; You, my love, too nicely coy, Left I fhould have gain'd the treasure, Made my vows and oaths destroy The picating hopes I did enjoy Of all my future peace and pleasure. To my vows I have been true, And in filence hid my anguish, But I cannot promise too What my love may make me do, While with her for whom I languish. For in thee ftrange magic lics, And my heart is too, too tender; ritem, TRUM, udatam apiflimè ni filen ram padubitat eneficia, fciunt) dorem, eccanti im ad gratiam .I. P. REVERENDO IN CHRISTO PATRI EPISCOPO ROFFENSI, &c. VICIMUS, exultans faufto crepat omine Daphnis, Cui femel ornatas lambit oliva comas, M. P. |