PHILLIS.

But fuppofe he should stay

AMYNTAS.

At worst if he delay,

"Tis a work must be done,

We'll borrow but a day,

And the better, the fooner begun,

CHORUS OF BOTH.

At worst if he delay, &c.

[They run out together hand in hand.]

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*SONG,

IN THE INDIAN EMPEROR.

AH fading joy! how quickly art thou past!
Yet we thy ruin haste.

As if the cares of human life were few,
We feek out new:

And follow fate, which would too fast pursue.

See, how on every bough the birds express,
In their fweet notes, their happiness.
They all enjoy, and nothing spare ;

But on their mother Nature lay their care: Why then should man, the lord of all below, 10 Such troubles choose to know,

As none of all his fubjects undergo?

Hark, hark, the waters fall, fall, fall,
And with a murmuring found

Dafh, dash, upon the ground,

To gentle flumbers call.

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* I cannot forbear adding in this place, fome beautiful little lyrical pieces of our author, which by being fcattered up and down in his voluminous dramatic works, are, from their fituation, not fo much known and noticed as they fhould be, but which contain fome of the most musical and mellifluous lines he has ever written. Dr. J. WARTON.

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 fmil'd to save the finking state; A day fhall come when in thy power

Thy cruel foes fhall be ;

Then shall thy land be free :

And then in peace

fhall reign;

But take, O take that opportunity,

Which once refus'd will never come again.

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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 smart, and I so love it, That I had rather die, than once remove it.

Yet he, for whom I grieve, fhall never know

it;

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My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show

it.

Not a figh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
But they fall filently, like dew on roses.

10

Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the facrifice, as 'tis the fuel:
And while I fuffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
Where I conceal my love no frown can fright

me:

To be more happy, I dare not aspire ;

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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,
My Phillis is still in my mind;

When angry, I mean not to Phyllis to go,
My feet, of themfelves, the way find:
Unknown to myself I am juft at her door,
And, when I would rail, I can bring out no

more,

Than, Phyllis too fair and unkind!

II.

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When Phyllis I fee, my heart bounds in my breaft,

And the love I would ftifle is shown;

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But asleep, or awake, I am never at reft, 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!