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THE GLEN COLLECTION
OF SCOTTISH MUSIC
Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles-
Brise to the National Library of Scotland,
in memory of her brother, Major Lord
George Stewart Murray, Black Watch,
killed in action in France in 1914.
28th January 1927.

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in 2011 with funding from
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THE MUSICAL
MISCELLANY;
Being a COLLECTION of
CHOICE SONGS,
A N D
LYRICK POEMS:
With the BASSES to each TUNE, and
Tranfpos'd for the FLUTE,
By the moll Eminent MAS T E R S.
Behold and liflen, while the Fair
Breaks in fweet Sounds the yielding Air
And with her own Breath fans the Fire,
Which her bright Eyes did rlrft infpire. Waller.
VOLUME the FIFTH.
LONDON;
Printed by and /or John Watts, at the Printing*
Office in Wild-Court near LincolnVInn Fields.
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THE
PUBLISHER
I
T O T H E
READER.
HAVE now compleated this
Collection in Six Volumes,
according to my former Promife
wherein are fuch a Variety of New
Tunes by the mofi Eminent Ma-
fiersy that I doubt not but it will
meet with a favourable Reception
from the Publick y that hath re-
ceived the Firji Four Volumes with
fo much Indulgence.
It is highly incumbent on. me to
return my hearty Thanks fo all
A % thofe
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To the Reader.
thofe Gentlemen and Ladies
who have from time to time fur-
niftid me with their Compoftiomi|
and alfo to thofe Masters who
have given me their Affiflance in
Setting them to Mufck, without
which I mufi have rmfcarr^d in my
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TABLE
O F T H E
SONGS.
The Presbyterian Wedding.
A certain Presbyterian Pair Pag. 102.
Ah !
The Amorous Swain's Complaint.
Set by Mr. Monro.
flay ye wanton Gales 36
The Last Request^ Set by Mr. Anth. Young.
Amiiitor, once the happfft Swain 86
Fy gar rub her o'er wi' Strae.
And gin ye meet a bonny Lajfie 76
Damon and Celia. A Two-part Song.
As Celia near a Fountain lay 190
Corytjon's Complaint. Tune, Pinkie Houfe.
By David (Iizzio. The Words by
Mr. Mitchell.
As Love-fick Corydon befide 1 74
Set by Dr. P e p u s c if.
As fwift as Time put round the Glafs
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1 86
Sung

TABLE ^&SONGS,
B
Sung in the Beggar's Wedding.
Behold I fly on Wings of [oft Defire 1 1
The Dream. The Mufick by Mr. Handell.
Beneath a jhady Willow 1 04
Celia to Colin. Set by Mr. Dieupart.
Ceafe, lovely Shepherd^ ceafe to mourn ill
A Dialogue between Damon and Celimena.
Set by Dr. Pepusch.
Celimena, of my Heart 177
True Love. The Words by Mr. Mitchell.
Set by Dr. Green.
Charming Cloe, look with Pity 1
Chaste Lucretia. Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
Chafte Lucretia, when you left me 188
Lovely Cloe. To a Minuet of Mr. Handell's.
Cloe, when I view thee fmiling 66
Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
Come^ cheer up your Hearts lO
To the Absent Florinda. Set by
Mr. Abiel Whichello.
Come, Florinda, lovely Charmer 27
Carey's Wish.
Curft be the Wretch that's bought andfold
S7
116
The

TABLE «//fcSONGS.
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The Charming Sailor. The Words by a Lady,
The Tune by Mr. Carey.
Farewel the fatal Pleafures 182
Constancy. By Su-Charles Sedley.
Fear not, my Dear; a Flame can never die 132
The Petition. Set by Mr. Abiel Whichello.
Forgive, fair Creature ! formed to pleafe 1 38
Advice to a Lover. The Words by Mr. Yalden.
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
For many unfuccefsful Tears 196
Anacreontick. The Words by Dr. Parnell.
Set by Mr. Galliard.
Cay Bacchus liking Eftcourt'j Wine 168
The Maid's Husband. Sung by Mifs Raftor
in the Contrivances.
Genteel in Perfonage, ConducJ, and Equipage 18©
H
Colin's Request. The Words by Mr. Bradley.
Help me, each harmonious Grove 96
Tune, Fy gar rub her o'er wi' Strae.
How can they tafte of Joys or Grief 7$
How difmms the Lover's Condition 5°
Set

TABLE of the S O °N G S,
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
If Love fuch a PaJJion as mine 200
Good Advice to a Young Lady about to marry
an Old Man. Set by Dr. Pepusch.
If you by fordid Views mifled
O'er Bogie.
J" mill awa* wP my Love fo
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The Story of Bacchus and Ariadne apply'd.
S^t by Mr. J. Sheeles.
Kind Ariadne drown*d in Tears
ToSeignora Cuzzoni.
Little Syren of the Stage H^
The Rover fix'd.
Long from the Force of Beauty 9
s Charms *j
The Dispute. The Words by Mr. Baker.
Set by Mr. Whichello.
Love bids me £

TABLEo//fe SO N G S.
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To Celia,
Miflake not, Celia, the Defign 93
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To a Jealous Mistress.
No more, feverely kind, affeti 34
An Ode. Set by Mr. Abiel Whichello.
No, no, "'tis in vain, in this turbulent Town 12,
A Nonsensical Song: Or the Charms of Nonsense.
The Words by Richard Savage, Gent.
Set by Mr. f lemming.
Nonfenjical Folks, prepare 72
The Fairies.
Now the hungry Lions roar 99
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Tranilated from the Italian Opera of Pharnaces.
Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
come, dear fatal Hour 136
Marriage.
Of all the fimple things we do 1 oS
The Words by Aaron Hill, Efq;
Set by Mr. Abiel Whichello.
Oh, forbear to bid me flight her 6
The Divine Right of Beauty. The Words by
Mr. Baker. Set by Mr. Abiel Whichello.
had 1 been by Fate decreed 206
Musidora. Set by Dr. Croft.
Q howfweet are the cooling Breeze 19S
The

T A B L E of the S O N G S.
The Despairing Lover. Set by Mr. Trevers.
Love, what cruel Pangs are thefe 82
The Satyr's Advice to a Stock-Jobber.
The Mufick by Mr. Handel.
On the Shore of a low ebbing Sea 10,
The Deceitful Fair. Set by Mr. Dieupart.
Phillis has each enchanting Art fin
Phil I is, Menfay that all my Vows

TABLEc//^SONGS.
The Constant Swain, and Virtuous Maid.
Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
Soon as the Day begins to wafte l^„
Matrimony in F a s h i o n.
Sure Marriage is a fine Thing
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The Tune by Mr. See do.
Swain , thy hopelefs PaJJionfm other 91
An Apology for Loving a Widow. By George
Sewell, M. D. Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
Tell me not Celia once did blefs i y i
The Nut-brown Maid. The Words by
Mr. Griffin. The Mufick by Mr. Barret.
The Country Maid, in Rujfet clad 145-
The Wand'ring Beauty. By John Hughes, Efq;
Set by Dr. Pepusch.
The Graces and the wandering Loves ^q
Charming Silvia. Set by Dr. Green.
The Nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind g
The Gaberlunzie-man. The Words and Tune
compos'd by King JamesV. of Scotland.
The pawky auld Carle came over the Lee I^O
To Marcella. Set by Mr. Dieupart,
The precious Hours of flying Touth 24
The Words by Dr. Parnell. S^t by Dr. Pepusch,
Thirlis, a young and am 1
rous Swain
Scornful Phillis.
204
Tho? Phillis you J "corn my Addrefs 48
Lotharia

TABLEtf//&SONGS.
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Lotharia. The Words by Aaron Hill, Efq;
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
Vainly now ye firive to charm me 10
Upon Clumps panting Breaft
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Sung in the Comedy call'd, The Humours of
Oxford. Set by Mr. Charke,
Sung by Mr. Harper.
What Clafs in Life tho* ne'er fo great 148
In Imitation of the Greek of Antiphakes.
Set by Mr. Abiel Whichello.
What is there in this foolijh Life , 166
A Ballad on Quadrille. Set by Dr. PepusCh.
When as Corruption hence did go 193
Set by Mr. Die up art.
When Aure] ia firfi I courted 1 64
The Power of Beauty.
When Beauty does her Power purfue 124
Love inviting Reason. Tune, O dear Mother
When innocent Paftime our Pleafure did crewn I $"6
The Tune by Mr. Betts.
When I "vifit proud Celia 122
Happy Solitude. A Dialogue.
Set by Mr. J. Sheeles.
When my Aminta weeps , 'tis fur
The Milk-Maid's Song. Set by Mr. Seedo.
When my Love, the other Day
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160
Sung

TABLEo/ASONGS.
Sung in the Comedy call'd, The Widow Bewitch'd.
The Tune by Mr. Holmes.
When Nigbt hadfet the IVorld to refi \z%
The Words by Mr. Dumbleton.
The Air by Mr. Monro.
When Silviaflrikes the trembling Strings
The Cordial. To the Tune of, Where
(hall our Goodman lye.
Where wou'd bonny Anne lye 1 06
Set by Mr. Die op art,
While from my Looks, fair Nymph, you guefs fi
The Jovial Beggars.
Whilfi Difcord and Envy &z
Charming Celia,
Who can refifi my Celia'j Charms %
The Tune by Mr. Abiel Whichello,
Why does my Heart thus reftlefs prove 139
Defiring it might Rain to detain his Miftrefs.
With no lefs various Pajfions tofi ifo /
Newgate's Garland.
Te Gallants of Newgate, whofe Fingers are nice 4a
The Tune by Mr. Monro.
TeS, Daphne, in your Face Ifind 3$
The Tune by Mr. Handell.
Te Swains that are sourting a Maid 1 f4
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Kindness.

TABLE^/^SONGS.
Kindness to a Common Woman excus'd.
Tou laugh, to fee me fond appear *>
The Tune by Mr. Die up art.
Young Nonparelio lov'd a Maid 70
Sung in the Beggar's Wedding.
Toung Virgins love Pleafure 40
The Tune by Mr. Holmes*
Toung whining Fops y of Love complain 13a

The Musical Miscellany.
fhe Story of Bacchus and Ariadne appIfcL
Vol. V
Set by Mr. J. SHEELES.
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Kind A-ri-ad-ne drown'd in Tears,Upbraids the
faithlefs Grecian Chief, 'Till Bacchus^ jol—— ly
God, appears, And heals her Woe, and lulls her Grief,

The Musical Miscellany.
The Moral of this Tale implies,
When Woman yields her Virgin Store,
Away the fated Lover flies,
New Mines of Pleafure to explore.
Awhile fhe tries each Female Snare,
The loudP Reproach, the fullen Grief;
But tired at length with fruitlefs Care,
Flies to the Bottle for Relief.

The Musical Miscellany.
GOOD ADVICE
To a Young Lady about to marry an Old Man.
Set by Dr. P E P U S C H.
If you, by fordid Views mif-led, Pre-fer old
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His Peevifhnefs, and Third of Gain,
Wou'd of each China Cup complain
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Each Ribbon, Patch, and Pinner
And * 7/V, and * Brisk, muft ne'er again
Eat from your Plate at Dinner.
Alarm'd by groundlefs Jealoufy,
He'd to each random Word apply
Some bafe Interpretation
Each meanlefs Smile, or cafual Sigh,
;
Wou'd be an Affignation.
Or tho' you're from thefe Torments free,
Indulg'd all Day in Vifits, Tea,
And all that you petition
Ev'n then, alas ! all Night you'd be
But in a poor Condition.
For then he'd all Endearments fhun,
And vainly boaft what Feats were done,
When he was Young and Mighty
But now, alas !
thofe Days are gone,
And fo, my Dear, Good-Night t'ye.
But if, by Inclination led,
A Youth of equal Bloom you wed,
No Cares by Day will teaze ye;
At Night fuch Joys will blefs your Bed,
As cannot fail to pleafe ye.
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The Musical Miscellany.
While therefore you to chufe are free,
Chufe One whofe Years with yours agree,
By Love alone directed ;
Aflur'd that happy Days may be
From happy Nights expected.
For the F l u t e.
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The Musical Miscellany.
The Words by AARON HILL, Efij;
Set by Mr. A E I E L Wh
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Tho' the tender Flame were dying,
Love wou'd light it at her Eyes;
Or, her tuneful Voice applying,
Through my Ear, my Soul furprize.
Deaf, I fee the Fate I fhun
Blindy I hear — and am undone
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CHARMING SILVIA,
Set by Dr. GREEN,
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never can die, The Caufe of a Flame that
Her Mouth, from whence Wit ftill obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful Bluih, and the Smell of theRofe;
Love and Deftiny both attend on her Will,
She wounds with a Look, with a Frown fhe can kill.
The defperate Lover can hope no Redrefs,
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in Excefs:
In Silvia they meet ; fo unhappy am I,
Who fees her muft love, and who loves her muft die.
For //^Fluts,
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LOTHARIO
The Words by Aaron Hill, Efq;
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
Vainly now ye ftrive to charm me, All ye
H^iiai^^^p
Sweets of blooming May; Howfhou'd empty
Sunfhine warm me, While hile ho-tha-ria Lo-tha-ria keeps a-
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While Lo-tha-ria keeps a-way.
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Go, ye warbling Birds, go leave me;
Shade, ye Clouds, the fmiling Sky
Sweeter Notes her Voice can give me;
Softer Sunfhine fills her Eye.
Sweeter Notes, &e.
For the F l u t e.

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An ODE.
Set by Mv.ABIEL WHICHELLO.
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From hence to the Country efcaping away*
Leave the Crowd and the Buflle behind;
And then you'll fee liberal Nature difplay
A thoufand Delights to Mankind.
The Change of the Seafons, the Sports of the Fields,
The fweetly diverfify'd Scene
The Groves, and the Gardens! and every thing yields
A Chearfulnefs ever ferene.
Here, here, from Ambition and Avarice free f
My Days may I quietly fpend
Whilft the Cits and the Courtiers, unenvy'd for me,
May gather up Wealth without end.
No, I thank 'em, I would not, to add to my Store s
My Peace and my Freedom refign
For who, for the fake of polTeffing the Ore,
Would be fentenc'd to dig in the Mine ?
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The Musical Miscellany.
2lhe Constant Swain, and Virtuous
Maid.
Set by Mr. J. SHEELES,
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N. B. The Second Part of this Tune is Bafs to the Firfl, and
the Firft Part is Bafs to the Second.
Entering, I fee in Molly's Eyes :
A fudden fmiling Joy arife,
As quickly check'd by Virgin Shame;
She drops a Gurt'fey, fteals a Glance,
Receives a Kifs, one Step advance;
If fuch I love, am I to blame?
I lit and talk of twenty Things,
Of South-Sea Stock, or Deaths of Kings,
While only Tes, or No, crys Molly:
As cautious flie conceals her Thoughts^
As others do their private Faults,
Is this her Prudence, or her Folly ?
Parting, I kifs her Lip and Cheek,
I hang about her fnowy Neck,
And fay, Farewel, my dearefi Molly i
Yet ftill I hang, and (till I kifs
Ye learned Sages, fay, Is this
In me th' Effect of Love, or Folly?
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No : Both by fobcr Reafon move,
She Prudence fhews, nnd I true Love
No Charge of Folly can be laid
Then, 'till the Marriage-Rites proclaimed
Shall joyn our Hands, let us be nam'd,
The Conflant Swam, and Virtuous Maid.
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TRUE LOVE.
the Words by Mr. Mitcheli;
Set by Dr. GREEN,
Charming C/&/0f, look with Pi-ty On your
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faithful Love-fick Swain : Hear, O hear his
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doleful Ditty! And re— lievehis mighty Pain.
Vol, V, Find

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Find you Mu-fick in his Sighing ? Can you
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panting, dying, Yet afford no kind Redrefs?
Strephony mov'd by lawlefs Pailion,
For no Favours rudely fues
All his Flame is out of Faftiion!
Ancient Honour for him woes
Love for Love's the Swain's Ambition:
But, if That is deem'd too great,
Pity, pity his Condition
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Shou'd you, fonder of a Rover,
Praftis'd in the Arts of Guile,
Slight fo true and kind a Lover,
Chloe, might not Strephon fmile?
Yes. Well-pleas'd at thy Undoing*
Vulgar Lovers might upbraid.
Strephon, confcious of thy Ruin,
Soon wou'd be a ltlent Shade.
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Set by Mr. J. SHEELES.
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Come, cheer up your Hearts, And call for your
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Quarts r And let there no Liquor be lacking;
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We have Money in ftore,
And intend for to^roar,
Until we have fent it-all packing.
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void all Trouble, Go fill the Pot double, Since
< he that made One made Two, Since he that
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made One, made Two.
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Come drink, my Hearts, drink,
And call for your Wine,
'Tis that makes a Man to fpeak truly
What Sot can refrain,
Or daily complain,
That he, in his Drink, is unruly
Then drink, and be civil,
Intending no Evil,
If that you'll be ruled by me;
For Claret and Sack
We never will lack,
Since he that made Two, made Three,
Since he A &c C 3 The
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The old Curmudgeon,
Sits all the Day drudging
At home, with brown Bread and fmall Beer:
With fcraping damn'd Pelf,
He fhrveth himfelf,
Scarce eats a good Meal in a Yean
But we'll not do fo,
Howe'er the World go,
Since that we have Money in (lore;
For Claret and Sack
We never will lack,
Since he that made Three, made Four.
Since he, &c.
Come drink, my Hearts, drink,
And call for your Wine;
D'ye think that I'll leave you i'th' Lurch?
My Reck'ning I'll pay,
Ere I go away,
Or hang me as high as Paul's Church.
Tho' fome Men will fay,
This is not the way
For us, in this World, to thrive;
5 Tis no matter for that,
Let us have t'other Quart,
Since he that made Four, made Fiv^.
Since he, &c.
A Pox of old Charon,
His Brains are all barren,
His Liquor (like Coffee) is dry;
But we are for Wine,
'Tis a Drink more divine,
Without it we perifli and die
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Then troll it about,
Until 'tis all out,
We'll affront him in fpite of his Styx ;
IF he grudges his Ferry,
We'll drink and be merry,
Since he that made Five, made Sir.
Since he, &c.
But now the Time's come,
That we all mud go home,
Our Liquor's all gone, that's for certain
Which makes me repine,
That a God fo Divine,
Won't give us one Cup at our Parting
But fince 'tis all paid,
Let's not be difmay'd,
But fly to great Bacchus in Heaven
And chide him, becaufe
He made no better Laws,
Since he that made Six, made Seven.
Since he, &c.
For the Flute.
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24 The Musical Miscellany
To MARCELLA,
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Love fcorns the thinking Sots, and hates
Their Gravity and Reafon;
Is always ready, and ne'er waits
Conveniency and Seafon,
Fly from this lazy Lover, rly,
Who lengthens out the Chafe ;
Whofe Pleafures in purfuing lye,
And fears too nigh to prefs.
Marcella, vindicate with care
The Empire of your Eyes,
The World will think you not fo fair,
If T'birfis is fo wife.
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to the Abfent FLORINDA.
Set by Mr. AB1EL WHICHELLQ.
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Come,
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Thoufand Beauties trip around me*
And my yielding Bread aflail
Come and take me to thy Bofom 5
Ere my conftant Paffion fail.
Come, and like the radiant Morning,
On my Soul ferenely ihine,
Then thofe glimmering Stars fliall vanifh,
hod in Splendor more divine.
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Long this Heart has been thy Vi&im,
Long has felt the pleafing Pain;
Gome, and with an equal Paffion
Make it ever thine remain.
Then, my Charmer, I can promife,
If our Souls in Love agree,
None in all the Upper Dwellings
Shall be happier than we.
For the Flute,
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The WAND'RING BEAUTY;
By John Hughes, Efq;
Set by Dr. P E P U S C H.
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But fee! implor'd by moving Pray'rs>
To change the Lover's Pain,
Venus her harnefs'd Doves prepares,
And brings the Fair again.
Pioud Mortals, who this Maid purfue,
Think you (he'll e'er refign?
Ceafe, Fools, your Wifties to renew;
'Till fhe grows Flefh and Blood like you 9
Or You, like her, Divine.
Or You, &r>.
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Sec by Mr. CARE Y,
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Saw you the Nymph whom I a—-—-— -dorefc
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So many Charms around her (hine,
Who can the fweet Temptation fly ?
Spight of her Scorn, (he's fo Divine,
That I muft love her, tho' I die,
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34 *fhe Musical Miscellany.
To a JealousMistress.
To the foregoing Tune,
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>^T O more, feverely kind, affect
To put that lovely Anger on
Sweet Tyrant ! if thou can'ft fufpect
Thy Lover's Eyes, yet truft thy own.
Aw'd by ftern Honour's watchful Spies,
Dull, formal Rules I'm forc'd t'obey;
Like Dungeon Slaves, my hafty Eyes
Juft fnatch a Glimpfe of chearful Day,
Abfent, the defart Walks I view
Here went Eliza, there (he came;
With Tears my lonely Couch bedew,
And, dreaming, figh Eliza's Name.
c Where is his Soul, the Women cry,
« The ftupid Lump! the lifelefs Earth!
* Where, fay the Men, his brisk Reply,
1 His crimfon Glafs, and noify Mirth
Haft thou not mark'd my burning Kifs,
My lawlefs Pulfe, my bounding Heart?
How oft, when wild for further Blifs,
All trembling from thy Arms I ftart?
Ah! fpotlefs Fair, too well I find
My Paffion's ftrong, my Reafon frail
Ah !
can I ftain that Angel Mind,
And, Virtue loft, let Love prevail?
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No ; down in Shades below we'll rove,
A glorious miferable Pair
Gax'd at thro' all the Myrtle Grove,
For burning Love, and chafte Defpair.
Say, if thou lov'ft, did ever Youth,
That wifh'd like me, like me endure?
Do'ft thou not blame this Swainifh Truth,
And wilh my Flame was not fo pure?
In Pity, hate me, tempting Fair,
An happy Exile let me fly :
What fev'rifh Wretch his Thirft can bear,
That fees the cooling Stream fo nigh
Oh ! I fhall all my Vows unfay,
If once I gaxe—-my Blood will glow;
This virtuous Froft will melt away,
And Love's wild Torrent overflow.
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the Amorous Swain'; Complaint.
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Nymph my Sorrows fend, Fth' tend'reft Sighs that
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Or, if the Winds refufe to bear
The Voice of Love to the dear Maid;
Some pitying God then lend an Ear,
And guard my Heart from b'ing betray'd
Propitious Heav'n ! direct my Steps
To the bleft Manfion where my Dear,
Each Day flie wakes, each Night fhe fleeps,
With Pity may my Paffion hear.
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38 The Musical Miscellany.
Within her downy Arms embrac'd,
Pd glut with Joys beyond compare
My Lips feaPd to her fragrant Breaft,
Overflowing Blefiings let me fhare
Or fhou'd the Deities refufe
Immediate Aid to my Requeft,
Her let me not for ever lofe,
But foon or late let me be bled.
In pleafing Dreams, let tender Love
: ;
Invade her Sleep, and let her know,
(O Cupid, and Almighty Jove!)
How much for her I undergo.
On her lov'd Bofom Night and Day,
Where Jars and Difcord find no Place,
There let me breathe my Soul away,
And bid Adieu to Human Race.
To the foregoing Tune.
'XT E S, Daphne, in your Face I find
Thofe Charms by which my Heart's betray'd;
Then let not your Difdain unbind
The Prifoner that your Eyes have made
She that in Love makes leaft Defence,
Wounds ever with the fureft Dart
Beauty may captivate the Senfe,
But Kindnefs only gains the Heart.
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'Tis Kindnefs, Daphne, muft maintain
The Empire that you once have won
When Beauty does like Tyrants reign,
Its Subjects from their Duty run:
Then force me not to be untrue,
Left I, compell'd by gen'rous Shame,
Caft off my Loyalty to you,
To gain a glorious Rebel's Name.
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NEWGATE'S GARLAND.
[To the Tune of PackingtonV Pound.]
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Ye Gallants of Newgate whofe Fingers are nice, In
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diving in Pockets, or cogging of Dicej
Ye Sharpers fo rich, who can buy off the Noofe,
Ye honefter poor Rogues, who die in your Shoes,
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Jonathan's Throat was cut from Ear to Ear $ How
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When to the Old-Baily this Blueskin was led,
He held up his Hand, his Indictment was read
Loud rattled his Chains. Near him Jonathan flood,
For full Forty Pounds was the Price of his Blood.
Then hopelefs of Life,
He drew his Penknife,
And made a fad Widow of Jonathan's Wife;
But Forty Pounds paid her, her Grief fnall appeafe,
And every Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe.
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44 *Ft>i Musical Miscellanv.
Some fay there are Courtiers of higheft Renown,
Who fteal the King's Gold, and leave him but a Crown;
Some fay there are Peers, and fome Parliament-Men,
Who meet once a Year to rob Courtiers agen
Let them all take their Swing,
To pillage the King,
And get a Blue Ribbon inftead of a String.
Now Blueskiri's fharp Penknife hath fet you at Eafe,
And ev'ry Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe:
Knaves of Old to hide Guilt, by their cunning Inventions,
Caird Briberies Grants, and plain Robberies Penfions
Phyficians and Lawyers (who take their Degrees,
To be learned Rogues) call'd their Pilfering, Fees:
Since this happy Day,
Now ev'ry Man may
Rob (as fafe as in Office) upon the High-way
For Blueskin's (harp Penknife hath fet you at Eafe,
And every Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe.
Some cheat in the Cufloms, fome rob the Excife,
But he who robs both is efteemed moft Wife;
Church-Wardens, too prudent to] hazard the Halter,
As- yet only venture to fteal from the Altar:
But now to get Gold
They may be more Bold,
And rob on the High-way, fince Jonathan's Cold;
For Blueskin's fharp Penknife hath fet you at Eafe,
And every Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe.
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3ome,by Publick Revenues,which pafs'd thro' their Hands,
Have purchased clean Houfes, and bought dirty Lands:
Some to fteal from a Charity think it no Sin,
Which, at home (fays the Proverb) does always begin;
But if ever you be
Afiign'd a Truftee,
Treat not Orphans like Matters of the Chancery^
But take the High-way, and more honeftly feize,
For every Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe.
What a Pother has here been, with Wood and his Brafs^
Who wou'd modeftly make a few Halfpennies pafs?
The Patent is good, and the Precedent's old,
For Diemede changed his Copper for Gold.
But if Ireland defpife
Thy new Halfpennies,
With more Safety to rob on the Road I advife.
For Blueskitfs fharp Penknife hath fet thee at Eafe,
And every Man round me, may Rob, if he pleafe.
For the Flut e..
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The Words by Mr. DUMBLETON.
the Air by Mr. Monro.
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all the Mufes join.
The youthful, wanton, little Loves,
Around the beauteous Charmer fly
And ev'ry way the Virgin moves,
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She makes us Love, and bids us Dye!
The Graces prefs about the Fair,
Where Youth and blooming Glories reign
And, while her Voice employs the Ear,
Her Eyes provoke an am'rous Pain.
How fliall I mitigate my Woes ?
O ! where enjoy the wifh'd Redrefs?
A Stranger to all foft Repofe,
Where Charms and Mufick both opprefs.
With her in Symphony we go
We foar, when fhrill fhe rifes high:
And to foft Cadence finking low,
Intent the Faculties apply.
Italian Songs are wont to pleafe,
Tho' fenfelefs Words joyn Harmony
But ev'ry one to this agrees,
Both Senfe and Mufick meet in thee.
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SCORNFUL PHILLIS*
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How oft I've refolv'd when alone,
In fitted Words then I cou'd chufe,
My Affe'iStion fo true to make known 9
But Speech in your Prefence I lofe;
Still what I am going to fay,
Seems foolifh ridiculous Stuff;
My Thoughts in a Chaos do play
No Expreffions are worthy enough.
No Expreffions, &c.
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O Faireft, your Servant believe,
This is of true Love the Effect;
And what greater Proof can he give ?
For where there is Love, there's Refpedt
All Scholars in young Cupid's School
The Rhet'rick of Tongues frill defpife;
'Tis in am'rous Converfe a Rute,
To talk the foft Language of Eyes.
To talk, &c.
fto the foregoing "Tune.
TTO W difmal's the Lover's Condition^
When Cruelty governs the Fair ?
When the proper, the only Phyfician,
Infults o'er her Servant's Defpair?
His Suff'rings afford her a Pleafure,
Increafing, the more he complains
The more that he doats on his Treafure*
The fafter (he binds him in Chains.
The fafter. &c.
Refiftlefs, all -conquering Creature!
Difdain not to cure what you caufe
O prove not a Rebel to Nature
Nor laugh at Love's fovereign Laws.
Againft your own Self it is Treafon
To torture a Heart, that is thine
My Heart is your own ; and what Reafon
The Pain fliou'd longer be mine?
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The Musical Miscellany.
Yet deep, tho' the Darts of your Beauty
Have wounded the Heart of your Swain 9
I think it both Pleafure and Duty,
To court and to fufter the Pain.
Delightful's the true Lover's Anguifh;
In craving, it ever contents
'Tis Torture to pine and to languish,
But pleafes the while it torments.
Butpleafes, &c.
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While from my Looks, fair Nymph, You guefs The
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There needs, alas! but little Art
To have this fatal Secret found
With the fame Eafe you threw the Dart,
'Tis certain you may (hew the Wound,
How can I fee you, and not love,
While you as op'ning Eafl are fair?
While cold as Northern Blafts you prove,
How cm I love, and not defpair?
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The Musical Miscellany.
The Wretch in double Fetters bound,
Your potent Mercy may releafe
Soon, if my Love but once were crown'd,
Fair Prophetefs, my Grief wou'd ceafe,
For the Flute.
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54
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Matrimony in Fashion*
Sung in the Beggar'/ Wedding.
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Sure Marriage is a fine Thing, It is fo common
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'To the foregoing 'tune.
"yOU laugh to fee me fond appear
Of one not worth the Part, Fat, lal 7 lal, &c.
A Wretch by Nature infincere,
And amorous by Art. Fal, lal, lal y &c.
Wrong not a well-meant honeft Flame,
To Lais undefign'd;
'Tis to her Sex, not her, I am
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Where's now the mighty Difference Ihown,
In what we diff'rent do ? Fal, lal, lal, &c>
One feigns to all alike, and one
To all alike is true. Fal> lal^ lal, &c.
As both have Hundreds done'before,
Each other we carefs
Impartial (he no Man loves more,
And I no Woman lefs. Fal, lal^ lal, &c,
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Tie ROVER FIX'D.
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Long from the Force of Beau— ty's Charms., Long
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Thou fair One, thou alone canft move
This Pafiion in my Bread;
Thou, thou alone can'ft teach me Love ?
O teach me to be bleft
In Safety thus from all Alarms,
The roving Turtle flies,
'Till fome unerring Hand conveys
The Shaft by which he dies.
To the foregoing Tune.
p HIL L IS, Men fay that all my Vows
Are to thy Fortune paid:
Alas ! my Heart he little knows.
Who thinks my Love a Trade.
Were I of all thefe Woods the Lor(| s
One Berry from thy Hand
More real Pleafure wou'd afford,
Than all my large Command.
My humble Love has learnt to live
On what the niceft Maid,
Without a confcious Blufh, may give
Beneath the Myrtle-Shade.
Of coftly Food it hath no need,
And nothing will devour;
But, like the harmlefs Bee, can feed?
And not impair the Flow'r.
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A fpotlefs Innocence, like thine,
May fuch a Flame allow;
Yet thy fair Name for ever Ihine,
As doth thy Beauty now.
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I will awa !
wi* my Love,I will a—wa wi' her,Tho'
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fworn and faid, pI will a wa wi'er.
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If I can get but her Confent,
I dinna care a Strae,
Tho' ilka ane be difcontent,
Awa' wi' her I'll gae.
Vll o'er Bogie, &c.
For now Ihe's Miftrefs of my Heart,
And wordy of my Hand,
And well I wat we fhanna' part
For Siller or for Land.
Vll o'er Bogie, &c.
Let Rak'es delyte to fwear and drink,
And Beaux admire fine Lace ;
But my chief Pleafure is to blink
On Betty's bonny Face,
V11 o'er Bogie, &c.
There a' the Beauties do combine,
Of Colour, Treats and Air,
The Saul that fparkles in her Een
Makes her a Jewel rare;
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62 The Musical Miscellany,
Her flowing Wit gives fhining Life
To a' her other Charms
How bleft I'll be when fhe's my Wife,
And lockt up in my Arms.
HI o'er Bogie, fcrV.
There blythly will I rant and fing^
While o'er her Sweets I range;
I'll cry, Your humble Servant, King ?
Shame fa' them that wad change.
/'// oVr Bogie, csrV.
A Kifs of Betty, and a Smile;
Abeet ye wad lay down
The Right ye ha'e to Britain's Ifle 5
And offer me ye'r Crown.
Pit far Bogie, &c.
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the JOVIAL BEGGARS.
Sung in the Beggar's Wedding.
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No Taxes opprefs us,
Nor Honours wreck our Brain,
State-Maxims ne'er perplex us,
Nor Parties give us Pain.
Exempt from all Duty
By Land, or yet by Sea,
We hope not to command^
Nor care much to obey.
Whatever we get,
We feldom keep in ftore,
We fpend it all To-day,-''
To-morrow beg for more.
Our LafTes in common
We ev'ry one poflefs;
Marriage is a Prieftcraft,
And a begging, &C»
And a beggings &e-
And a beggings &c>
Which makes Enjoyment lefs.
And a begging, &C*
We live as we lift,
And skulk beneath the Laws i
For none but a Beggar
Should judge a Beggar's Caufe.
And a begging, &c.
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Contented when Death,
Thro' Age, approaches nigh ;
In Pleafure thus we live,
And with Pleafure thus we die.
And a begging, &e.
For the F l u t e.
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LOVELY C L O E
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Sweet Enilaver of my Heart;
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In thy Arms enfolded lay me,
To diflblving Blifs convey me,
Softly footh my Soul to Reft;
Gently, kindly, Oh my Tr-eafure!
Blefs me, let me dye with Pleafure,
On thy panting fnowy Bread.
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Woe DECEITFUL FAIR,
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
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Heart, Then wracks him with De-fpair.
With tempting Looks, and flatt'ring Smiles,
Too foon a Conqueft gains
Makes him a Slave to all her Wiles,
Then leaves him in his Chains.
Imperious fhe does tyrannize,
And wounds each harmlefs Swain;
Firft fooths his Hopes with matchlefs Joys,
Then gives eternal Pain.
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Ye Youths, who han't already known
The Magiek of her Eyes,
Be rul'd, and from th' Enchantrefs run,
Left you become her Prize.
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The Hook does lye beneath the Bait
With Smiles (he'll draw you on
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But foon you'll find, when 'tis too late,
You're by her Frowns undone.
To the foregoing Tune.
VOUNG Notiparelh lov'd a Maid
As fair as e'er was feen
The Glory He of all the Glade,
And She of all the Green.
The Sylvan Train with Envy few
The lovely loving Pair;
The Swain approach'd the Nymph with Awe,
The Nymph the Swain with Fear.
Fair Brillant fled from his Complaint,
Afraid to hear his Sighs;
And doubting (he with Joy fhould grant,
What Ihe with Grief denies.
She racks her felf to feem fevere;
He fees (he does but feign
Tho' when he's prefent, (he's in Fear;
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With Pleafure, by fome murm'ring Stream,
She liftens to his Lays
Still glad to find herfelf the Theme,
And flatter'd with his Praife.
Nor need he follow, for her Race
Does ne'er continue long
She flackens, when he fings, her Pace;
And learns her Lover's Song.
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i NONSENSICAL SONG?
Orj the Charms of Nonsense*
The Words by Richard Savage, Gent
Set by Mr. Hemming.
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Both over the Noble and Cit,
The Town fends a Share on the Stage,
And each Afs fets up for a Wit.
The Lover calls Nonfenfe his Mufe,
When fmit by the amorous Boy,
Always gaining with that the firft Ufe
Of the Lady's Nonfenfical Toy,
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The Parfons their Nonfenfe will preach,
To pious Nonfenfical Fools;
Worn Ladies choice Secrets will teach,
To Nonfenfical bungling Tools.
The Vulgar their Nonfenfe will prate,
And let their Opinions be had,
In Matters concerning the State,
And neglect for a Party, their Trade..
A fcribling Poet with Nonfenfe,
For a Dinner, will Nobles afperfe,
Tho' his Wit is as thin as his Confcience^
Or rather, as bare as his Purfe.
A Parliament Member fometimes
May make a Nonfenfical Speech;
The Whiggs may the Tories of Crimes,
For Nonfenfical Reafons, Impeach,
Debates full of Nonfenfe will rife,
Upon a Nonfenfical Theme,
'Mongft thofe that pretend to be wife,
And do their own Nonfenfe efieem.
Since Nonfenfe is grown fuch a Charm,
With the Ladies, the Beaux, and the Poet,
Let each one his Reafon alarm,
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Then, Lads and LafTes, while 'tis May*
£ae pu' the Gowan in its Prime 3
Before it wither and decay.
Watch the faft Minutes of Delyte,
When Jenny fpeaks beneath her Breathy
And Kifies, laying a' the Wyte
On you, jf ihe kepp ony Skaith.
JHaith ye're ill bred, fhe'll finiling fay,
Ye'H worry me, ye greedy Rook
Syne frae your Arms (he'll rin away,
And hide her felf in fome dark Nook.
Her Laugh will lead you to the Place,
Where lies the Happinefs ye want,
And plainly tell you to your Face,
Nineteen Na-iays are naff a Grant.
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Now to her heaving Bofom cling,
And fweetly toolie for a Kifs,
Frae her fair Finger whoop a Ring,
As Taiken of a future Blifs.
Thefe Bennifons, I'm very fure,
Are of the Gods indulgent Grant:
Then, furly Carles, whifht, forbear
To plague us with your whining Cant.
To the foregoing 'Tune.
TTOW can they tafte of Joys or Grief, .
Who Beauty's Pow'r did never prove?
Love's all our Torment, our Relief;
Our Fate depends alone on Love.
Were I in heavy Chains confin'd,
Negro's Smiles wouM eafe that State;
Nor Wealth, nor Pow'r, cou'd blefs my Mind,
Curs'd by her Abfence, or her Hate.
Of all the Plants which (hade the Fields
The fragrant Myrtle does furpafs
No Flow'r fo gay, that does not yield
To blooming Rofes gaudy Drefs.
No Star fo bright, that can be feeft,
When Phoebus* Glories gild the Skies j
No Nymph fo proud adorns the Green,
But yields to fair Negro's Eyes.
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The am'rous Swains no Offerings bring
To Cupid's Altar, as before
To her they play, to her they fing,
And own in Love no other Pow'r.
If thou thy Empire wilt regain,
On thy proud ConquVor try thy Dart;
Touch, touch with Pity for my Pain,
Neara's cold difdainful Heart.
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With all her Heav'n of Charms;
Her fpotlefs Form, her blooming Years
Enchant me to her Arms.
Were I to chufe my fav'rite Joy,
Or Love, or Kingly Sway;
Her Smiles fhou'd all my Hours employ
And fport the World away.
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To the foregoing Turn.
TTPON Clarixda's panting Bread,
The happy Strephon lay
With Love and Beauty jointly preft
To pafs the Time away.
Frefh Raptures of tranfporting Love
Struck all his Senfes dumb
He envy'd not the Powers above,
Nor all the Joys to come.
As Bees around the Garden rove,
To fetch their Treafures home
So Strefhon trac'd the Fields of Love d
To rill her Honey-comb:
Her ruby Lips he kift and preft,
From whence all Joys derive
Then, humming round her fnowy Breaft,
Strait crept into her Hive.
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Oe DESPAIRING LOVER,
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But when from that I hop'd Relief
You, dill refolv'd I fhou'd complain,
With Jealoufy augment my Grief*
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Too bitter is the Lover's Part,
When fever'd from his Fair One's Eyes
But if he's banifli'd from her Heart,
Stabb'd with Defpair, at once he dies.
CHARMING C'
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To the foregoing Tune.
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1T7 H O can refift my Celiacs Charms ?
Her Beauty wounds, her Wit difarms;
When thefe their mighty Forces join,
What Heart's fo ftrong but muft refign?
Love feems to promife in her Eyes
A kind and lafting Age of Joys
But have a care, their Treafon fhun;
I look'd, believ'd, and was undone.
In vain a thoufand ways I ftrive
To keep my fainting Hopes alive;
My Love can never find Reward,
Since Pride and Honour are her Guard.
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His Flocks no Pleafure now can yield,
But dray unheeded o'er the Field
Cella alone can give him Eafe,
? Tis (he alone that pain'd, can pleafe.
The trembling Shepherd, in Defpair,
Ciofe as he durft, approach'd the Fair,
Then preft her Hand, and fondly tries
To read his Sentence in her Eyes.
Ah ! cruel Nymph ; Alas ! he cries,
To flight the Swain that for you dies.
Ah, fimple Swain! the Nymph returns,
To love One who your Paffion fcorns
Confirm' d too plain in all his Fears,
Confufion in his Face appears;
And hopelefs now, Relief to find,
He thus addrefs'd the dear Unkind :
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Yet let my laft Requeft fucceed,
Defer no more the Death decreed,
The Death that mud releafe the Swain
From fruitlefs Hope, and endlefs Pain.
Tho' in your Frowns I fee my Fate,
Tho' you undo me with your Hate,
Whilft thus I gaze, Life cannot go^
Oh fly ! and ftrike the fatal Blow.
Written at the Bat h.
To the foregoing Tune.
CEE! in the limpid floating Glafs,
How bright Amelia does appear
So Lillies in a Chryftal Cafe
Receive a Glofs, and look more Fair.
She like the Orient Morning ihows,
When lifting o'er the Waves her Head;
Pr Venus, when the Goddefs rofe v
And firfl: forfook her wat'ry Bed.
Take heed, ah ! lovely Maid , take heec?,
Left in the Mirror thou fliou'dft fpy
Thy blooming Charms, and for 'em bleed,
Narcijfus-Wk^ and for 'em dye.
For who, unmov'd, can view that Bread
That Shape ! that Face ! thofe matchlefs Charms]
I find my Soul with Love pofleft,
And raging Fire my Bofom warms.
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! Oh that ftie was by me entwin'd,
Where now the wat'ry Circles run;
'Till we, like Salmacis were join'd,
Our Bodies blended both in one.
Plunge in the Fount, ye Old and Weak
'Twill kindle Life, and Youth reftore;
And, like the S^giatt Current, make
Your Limbs as vig'rous as before.
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fthe MILK-MAID'j SONG.
Set by Mr. Seedo. And Sung by Mr. Nokes at the
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When my Love the other ($>ay, Prais'd my
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Telling me a thou-fand Lyes
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Bread-, and Eyes.
Prompted by the Fire of Youth,
Thinking all he faid was Truth,
I, poor eafy, yielding Maid,
By the Traitor was betray'd
He carefs'd me,
And poflefs'd me,
Blading all my growing Charms
Maids beware, and dread fuch Harms.
To the foregoing Tune.
O WAIN, thy hopelefs Paffion fmother,
Perjur'd Celia loves another;
In his Arms I faw her lying,
Panting, Killing, Trembling, Dying;
There the fair Deceiver fwore, .
There the fair Deceiver fwore,
As flie did to you before. Oh!
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Oh !
faid you, when fhe deceives me,
When that conftant Creature leaves me,
Ifis* Waters back ftiall fly,
And leave their oozy Channels dry
Turn, ye Waters, leave your Shore;
Turn, ye Waters, leave your Shore
Perjur'd Celia loves no more.
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No grateful Anfwer I defire
No Favours I implore;
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Allow me to adore.
ELEGIAC SONG. fft^MOON.
Written by the Author of Sparabella's Complain?%
To the foregoing Tune.
T% Efulgent Emprefs of the Night
To whom I oft' complain,
Thou Moon! refign thy radiant Lights
Or eafe me of my Pain.
For Oh ! now doubly baneful prove
Thy Rays to either's Reft
High Surges on the Sea they move,
But higher in my Breaft.
Their Light recalls thofe Joys to me 3
Whofe Abfence I bemoan;
Thofe Joys, beheld alone by thee*
Nor ah ! by thee unknown.
If potent Verfe, with magick Aid*
From Heav'n have drawn thee down*
By mine % be thou to pity fway'd
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Like thee, who fhin'ft with borrow'd Light,
I burn with borrow'd Fires
The Sun lights thee; but one more bright,
With Flames my Soul infpires.
Like thee, whofe Orb £1111 waftes away,
With fatal Flames I burn
As thine by Night, fo mine by Day
To my Deftru&ion turn.
Like thee, whofe Beams the Sun decline*
From whence they firft arife;
So mine conceal'd, ne'er dare to (nine
Before their Source, her Eyes.
But not like thee in this I prove,
In all things elfe we vie:
Thou ever doft inconftant rove>
But ever conftant I.
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C O L 1 N\ REQUEST.
The Words by Mr. ArthurBradley.
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Glide, ye lympid Brooks, along;
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Murm'ring Floods, repeat my Song,
And tell what Colin dare not fay.
Celia comes ! whofe charming Air
Fires with Love the rural S wains ;
Tell, ah! tell the blooming Fair,
That Colin dks 7 if flie difdains.
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2d Fairy.
Now the Brands of Fire do glow,
Wbilft the Screech-Owl, fcreeching loud$
Puts the Wretch that lies in Woe,
In remembrance of a Shroud. •
Trip it, &c.
3d Fairy.
Now it is the time of Night,
That the Graves are gaping wide,
Ev'ry one lets forth his Spright,
In the Church-way Paths to glide,
Trip it, &c.
4th Fair y.
And we Fairies that do run,
By the triple Hecafs Team,
From the Prefence of the Sun,
Following Darknefs Hke a Dream,
Trip it, &c«
?th FAiry.
Tho' we frolick, let no Moufe,
Or boading Bird, or Bead of Prey,
Difturb the Quiet of this Houfe,
But downy Sleep bring on the Day»
Trip it, &c
6th Fa i r y.
Weaving Spiders come not here,
Spotted Snakes do no offence
Beatles black, approach not near
Worm, and Snail }
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7th Fa i r y.
By the dead and drowfy Fire,
Ev'ry Elf and fairy Sprighr,
Hop, as little Bird from Brier,
Nimbly, nimbly, and as light.
Trip it) &c.
8th Fairy.
Now joyn all your warbling Nofes 3
In Chorus of fweet Harmony,
Strain aloud your Fairy Throats,
Sing, and dance it tripingly.
Trip it, &c.
Chorus.
Hand in Hand, with Fairy Grace,
We will fing, and blefs this Place.
May Plenty, Paftime, and fweet Peace
Daily in this Houfe increafe.
Trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it foftly round:
fiver facred be this Ground.
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And that the Husbandman might drefs
Full well the Vine his Wife;
And like a Vine (he dill might twine
About him all her Life.
Sack PofTet then he gave them both,
And faid, with lifted Eyes,
Bleft of the Lord! with one Accord
Begin your Enterprize.
The Bridegroom then drew near his Spouf©,
T'apply Proliflck Balm;
And while they ftrove in mutual Love,
The Parfon fung a Pfalm.
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What ecftacies of Pleafure
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She gave, to tell's in vain,
When with the hidden Treafure
She bled her am'rous Swain
Cou'd nought our Joys difcover,
And I my Dream believe,
I fo cou'd fleep for ever,
And (till be fo deceiv'd.
But, when I wak'd, deluded,
And found all but a Dreary
I fain wou'd have eluded
The melancholy Theme.
Ye Gods! there's no enduring
So exquiiiteaPain;
The Wound is pad all curing,
That Cupid gave the Swain.
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CORDIAL.
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Never judge until ye try,
Make me your Goodman, I
Shanna hinder you to lye,
And fleep till ye be weary.
What if Ipou'd waking lye,
When th* Hohoys are going by,
Will ye tend me when I cry,
My Dear, Vm faint and iry ?
In my Bofom thou (halt lye,
When thou wakeful art or dry,
Healthy Cordial (landing by,
Shall prefently revive thee.
To your Will I then comply,
Join us, Prieft, and let me try
Hovj VII w? a Goodman lye,
Who can a Cordial give me.
For the Flute,
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MARRIAGE.
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And a thoufand mad Frolicks more
t rov'd and rang'd, defpis'd all Rule,
But I never was marry'd before
; :
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This was the word Plague cou'd enfue;
I'm mew'd in a fmoaky Houfe
I us'd to tope a Bottle or two,
But now 'tis fmall Beer with my Spoufe.
My darling Freedom crown'd my Joys,
And I never was vex'd in my Way
If now I crofs her Will, her Voice
Makes my Lodging too hot for my Stay :
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Like a Fox that is hamper'd, in vain
t rt mj Heart and Soul;
Bo the length of my Chain,
3 foen am forc'd to creep into my Hole.
For the Flute.
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CELIA to COLIN.
Set by Mr. Dieupart.
Ceafe, lovely Shepherd, ceafe to mourn, Nor
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Tho' Sylvia was fo foft, fo fair,
Thar all the Youths and neighb'ring Swains
Languifh'd with Paffion and Defpair,
While flie reign'd Miftrefs of the Plains
Tho' fweet fhe was, as Morning Dew,
And filent as the Clofe of Night
Shepherd, fhe breathes no more for you s
But rifes in the brighteft' Light,
Colin, then let thy throbbing Hear£
For fprightly Celia glow and burn ;
Sighs for thy Sighs fhe will impart,
And gentle Love, for Love, return.
APOLLO OUTWITTED.
To the Honourable Mrs. Finch, under her Name
Of A R D E L I A.
To the foregoing Tune.
TyHOEBUS now fnort'ning every Shade,
Up to the Northern Tropick came,
And thence beheld a lovely Maid
Attending on a Royal Dame.
The God laid down his feeble Rays*
Then lighted from his glitt'nng Coach,
But fenc'd his Head with his own Bays
Before he durft the Nymph approach.
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tinder thofe facred Leaves, iecure
From common Lightning of the Skies,
He fondly thought he might endure
The Flafhes of Ardelia's Eyes.
The Nymph, who oft had read in Books,
Of that bright God whom Bards invoke,
Soon knew Apollo by his Looks,
And guefs'd his Bufinefs e'er he fpoke.
He, in the old Celeftial Cant,
Confefs'd his Flame, and fwore by Styx,
Whate'er (he Would defire, to grant;
But wife Ardelia knew his Tricks.
Ovid had warn'd her to beware
Of ftroling Gods, whofe ufual Trade is*
Under pretence of taking Air,
To pick up Sublunary Ladies*
Howe'er, flie gave no flat Denial,
As having Malice in her Heart;
And was refolv'd upon a Tryal,
To cheat the God in his own Ael
Hear my Requeft, the Virgin faid;
Let which I pleafe of all the Nins
Attend, whene'er I want their Aid,
Obey my Gail, and only mine.
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By Vow oblig'd, by Paffion led 7
The God could not refufe her Prayer:
He wav'd his Wreath thrice o'er her Head,
Thrice mutter'd fomething to the Air.
And now he thought to feize his Due,
But (he the Charm already try'd
Thalia heard the Call, and flew
To wait at bright Ardelid's Side.
On Sight of this Celeftial Prude,
Apollo thought it vain to flay,
Nor in her Prefence durft be rude,
But made his Leg, and went away.
He hop'd to find fome lucky Hour,
When on their Queen the Mufes wait;
But Pallas owns Ardelta's Power;
For Vows divine are kept by Fate,
Then full of Rage Apollo fpokc,
Deceitful Nymph! I fee thy Art;
And tho' I can't my Gift revoke,
I'll difappoint its nobler Part.
Let ftubborn Pride poffefs thee long,
And be thou negligent of Fame;
With ev'ry Mufe to grace thy Song,
May'ft thou defpife a Poet's Name,,
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Of Modelt Poets be thou firft,
To filent Shades repeat thy Verfe,
*Till Fame and Echo almoft burft,
Yet hardly dare one Line rehearfe,
And laft, my Vengeance to compleat,
May you defcend to take Renown,
Prevailed on by the Thing you hate,
A Whig, and one that wears a Gown,
For the Flute,
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n6 The Musical Miscellany.
to SEIGNORA CUZZONL
Words by Mr. A. Phillips. Mufick by Mr. Holcomb.
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Sung in the Beggar'; Wedding,
Tune, Deel take the Wars,
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piEfE^ppf^ v^/
'Till with mutual Tendernefs each o-ther they
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L U C R E T 1 A.
Set by Mr. Betts, Organift of Manchefter.
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Lucretia the Empire of Rome did deftroy; And
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122 3j» Musical Miscellany.
To be fhipwreck'd on either, I never defign,
Brat to fail between both, in a Sea of good Wine:
What tho' fome dull Matron our Mirth difapprove,
®Tis fafer for Ladies to Drink than to Love.
Here's a Health to all thofe that are better than wife,
Who fcorn to be Vicious, yet are not Precife:
What tho' fome dull Matron our Mirth difapprove,
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tis fafer for Ladies to Drink than to Love.
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To the foregoing Tune.
I vifit proud Celia, juft come from my Glafs,
She tells me I'm flufter'd, and look like an Afs;
When I mean of my Paflion to put her in mind,
She bids me leave Drinking, or fhe'll never be kind.
That fhe's charmingly handfome, I very well know;
And fo is my Bottle, each Brimmer fo too;
And to leave my Soul's Joy; Oh! 'tisNonfenfeto ask 9
Let her go to the Devil, bring t'other full Flask.
Had (he taxt me with Gaming, and bad me forbear,
'Tis a thoufand to one I had lent her an Ear.
Had fhe found out my Cloris, up three pair of Stairs,
1 had baulk'd her, and gone to Sl James's to Prayers.
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Had (he bade me read Homilies three times a Day,
She perhaps had been humour'd, with little to fay.
But at Night to deny me my Flask of dear Red
.Let her go to the Devil, there's no more to be faid.
For the F l u t e.
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124 fb* Musical Miscellany.
fbf POWER of BEAUTY.
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When Beauty does her Power pur fue,"
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She makes the Soldier quit his Rage;
She makes the Sword quite tofeits Edge:
Ally all mttftftruggky &c.
She makes the Statefmen look like Fools
She makes the Students flight their Schools;
Ally allmufiflruggUy &c.
She makes the greateft Prince her Slave,
The ftout, the bold, the young, the brave:
Ally all muft ftruggky &e.
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126 The Musical Miscellany,
C A R E T's WISH.
A Catch for three Voices.
Curft be the Wretch that's bought and
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fold, And barters Li-ber-ty for Gold j For when E-
le&ion is not free, In vain we boaft of
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Would fell his Country, if he might.
When Liberty is put to Sale,
For Wine, for Money, or for Ale,
The Sellers muft be abjed Slaves;
The Buyers, vile defigning Knaves
And't has a Proverb been of old,
T'ke Devil's bought 7 but to be [old.
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^tbe Musical Miscellany 127
This Maxim, in the Statefman's School,
Is always taught, Divide and Rule*
All Parties are to him a Joke
While Zealots foam, he fits the Yoke:
When Men their Reafon once refume ?
?
Tis then the Statefman's Turn to fume.
Learn, learn, ye Britons, to unite;
Leave off the old exploded Bite;
Henceforth let Whig and Tory ceafe,
And turn all Party-Rage to Peace;
Then fhall we fee a glorious Scene
And lb, God fave the King and Queen!
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128 The Musical Miscellany
Sung in /^Comedy, calPd 9 The Widow
Bewitch'd.
The Tunc by Mr. HO L MES»
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When Night had fet the World to Reft, And Mortal
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Cares appeas'd ; Strait was my longing thoughtful
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She bluuYd, and knew not what to do, But
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thus (he fighing faid
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Geafe, Strephon, ceafe; itmuftnotbe;
In vain you weep and figh
Talk not of Love, or Flames, to me,
For I muft ftill deny.
Do but this wither'd Rofe-bud fee,
How dead it does appear
Before 'twas gather'd from the Tree,
You thought it frefh and fair.
Falfe Men, with ftudied treach'rous Arts ?
Fond Innocence betray
They talk of Charms, and Flames, and DartSj
But mean not what they fay.
Yet, ah ! could Strephon faithful prove,
And conftant to thefe Charms
No more, faid I, no more, my Love
But clafp'd her in my Arms,
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130 Tk Musical Miscellany.
To the foregoing Tune.
"TTDung whining Fops, of Love complain,
And rave of Flames and Darts,
Whilft others love, and feel no Pain,
Yet gain the Ladies Hearts.
If Silvia's kind, can't you be fo ?
If Coy, why, be fo too;
If (he's Ill-humour'd, let her go,
And make no more ado.
Then thro' the Town with freedom rove,
Firft drinking a brisk Pint;
You'll quickly find a kinder Love,
And a more charming Saint.
If none will ferve but Sylvia fair,
Tho' curft, among the Throng,
May you be bound her Clack to hear,
'Till Cankers eat her Tongue.

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the DISPUTE.
The Words by Mr. Baker. Set by Mr. Whichello.
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Low bids me go, but Reafon bids me flay: O!
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why muft Love and Rcafon difagree?
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132 *fhe Musical Miscellanit.
Unhappy Wretch !
and muft I then endure
This changing Pain for ever in my Mind ?
From this\ or that, in vain I feek a Cure:
Ah ! could Love fee I or was but Reafon blind
-Look down with Pity from your Thrones above s
You Powers eternal! infinitely bleft!
And from me take my Reafon, or my Love,
Gr reconcile them both, and give me Reft.
CONSTANCY.
By Sir C HA R L ES S ED LET.
To the foregoing Tune.
PE AR not, my Dear; a Flame can never die,
That is once kindled by fo bright an Eye.
Look on thy Self, and meafure thence my Love,
Think what a Paffion fuch a Form muft move.
For though thy Beauty firft allur'd my Sight,
Yet now I look on it but as the Light
That led me to the Treafury of thy Mind,
Whofe inward Virtue in that Feature fhinU
That Knot (be confident) will ever laft,
Which Fancy ty'd, and Reafon has made faft;
So faft, that Time (although it may difarm
Thy lovely Face) my Faith can never harm
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And Age, deluded when it comes, will find
My Love remov'd, and to thy Soul aflign'd.
The Paffion I have now, fliall ne'er grow lefs:
No, though thy own fair Self fnould it opprefs,
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For the Flut e?
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J34 %he Musical Miscellany,
L O V E's REWARD.
By Mr. Leveridge.
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Love founds to Battle, Hafle hither, Together,
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His charge is Fa-tal To all who deny; Rebels and
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Traitors, With all their Abettors, Fearing,
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trembling, before him fly.
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Vain are the Forces
Of Rangers and Changers,
All their Recourfe is
To arm with a Quart
But when they're booting,
And freely carouzing,
Laughing, Quaffing,
He wounds the Heart.
To all Deferters,
Annoying, deftroying,
He ne'er gives Quarters,
Butfets them on fire;
The Flame paft curing,
With Rage they're enduring,
Scorching, burning,
'Till they expire.
But the true Lover,
That Tallies, and rallies,
Nor turns a Rover,
But ftands to his Arms,
Under Love's Banner,
Shall be crown'd with Honour,
Kilfing, Prefling,
And melt in Charms.
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136 The Musical Miscellany,
T'ranjlated from the Italian Opera of Pharnaces.
Set by Mr. J.SHEELES.
O come, dear fa-tal Hour ! And all my Woes re-
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move: Death, lead me to thy Bow'r, To which thou'ft
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fent my Love. There mixt with happy Shadows,once
more our Souls fnalljoyn; In bleft Elyzian
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138 *The Musical Miscellany.
The PETITION.
Set by Mr. ABIEL WHICHELLO.
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prove, (The faireft Face, the fair-- -eft Mind) Not,
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with the Proverb, He that loves, But he that
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loves you not, is blind.
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5Ti *fo foregoing Tune.
TT7HY does my Heart thus reftlefs prove?
What wou'd the tedious Trifler have?
Alas ! I fear I'm fick of Love;
The Fool is caught, fair Myra*s Slave.
Great God of Love, to eafe my Pains,
And cure thofe Ills too late I find,
I beg not you wou'd break my Chains,
put in the fame my Fair one bind.
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140 T'be Musical Miscellany.
the GABERLUNZIE-MANT
The Words and Tune composed by King James V. of
Scotland, on occafion of an Adventure of his in Dif-
guife after a Country Girl.
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The pawky auld Carle came o—ver the Lee, Wi*
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many good E'ens and Days to me,
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Saying, Goodwife,
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Carle was wat, And down ayont
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clap, And cadgi-ly ran— ted, ranted and fang.
I^E^M-^hM^^aa O wow ! quo' he, were I as free,
As firft when I faw this Country,
How blyth and merry wad I be
And I wad never, never think lang.
He grew canty, and fhe grew fain;
But littie did her auld Minny ken
What thir flee twa togither were fay'n,
When wooing, wooing they were fae thrang.
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'142 *fbe Musical Miscellany
And O ! quo' he, ann ye were as black
As e'er the Crown of my Dady's Hat,
'Tis I wad lay thee by my Back,
And awa' awa' wi' me thou fhou'd gang,
And O ! quoth (he, ann I were as white
As e'er the Snaw lay on the Dike,
I'd dead me braw, and Lady like,
And awa', awa' with thee Pd gang*
Between the twa was made a Plot;
They raife a Wee before the Cock,
And wylily they (hot the Lock,
And fait, and faft to the Bent are they gane«
Up the Morn the auld Wife raife,
And at her Leifure pat on her Claife;
Syne to the Servants Bed fhe gaes,
To fpeer, to fpeer for the filly poor Man*
She gaed to the Bed where the Beggar lay,
The Strae was cauld, he was away,
She clapt her Hands, cry'd, Waladay,
For fome, for fome of our Gear will be gane.
Some ran to Coffers, and fome to Kilts,
But nought was flown that cou'd be mill,
She danc'd her lane, cry'd, Praife be bled,
I have lodg'd, Pve lodg'd a leal poor Man.
Since nathing's awa', as we can learn,
The Kirn's to kirn, and Milk to earn,
Gae butt the Houfe, Lafs, and waken my Bairn?
And bid her, bid her come quickly ben,
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The Servant gade where the Daughter lay,
The Sheets were cauld, (he was away,
And faft to her Goodwife can fay,
She's aff with the Gaberlunfcie-man.
O fy gar ride, and fy gar rin,
And hafte ye find thefe Traitors again;
For (he's be burnt, and he's be flain,
The weariful' Gaberlunzie-man.
Some rade upo' Horfe, fome ran a fit,
The Wife was wood, and out o' her Wit;
She cou'd na gang, nor yet cou'd (he fit,
But ay, but ay (he curs'd and (he ban'd.
Mean time far hind out o'er the Lee,
Fu' fnug in a Glen, where nane cou'd fee,
The twa, with kindly Sport and Glee,
Cut frae, cut frae a new Chefe a Whang:
The Priving was good, it pleas'd them baith,
To lo'e her for ay, he ga'e her his Aith.
Quo' (he, To leave thee I will be laith,
My winfome Gaberlunzie-man.
O kend my Minny I were wi' you,
Illfardly wad (he crcok her Mou,
Sic a poor Man (he'd never trow,
After the Gaberlunzie-man.
My Dear, quo' he, ye're yet o'er young,
And ha' na learn'd the Beggar's Tongue*
To follow me fra Town to Town,
And carry the Gaberlunfcie on.
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144 Vbe Musical Miscellany"
Wi' Cauk and Keel I'll win your Bread,
And Spindles and Whorles for them wha need,
Whilk is a gentle Trade indeed,
To carry the Gaberlunzie—O.
I'll bow my Leg, and crook my Knee,
And draw a black Clout o'er my Eye,
A Cripple, or Blind they will ca' me,
While we, while we (hall be merry and fing.
For the Flute.
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*fbe Musical Miscellany. 145
the NUT-BROWN MAID.
The Words by Mr. G r i f f i n.
The Mufick ^/Ifr.BARRET T.
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The Country Maid, In RufTetclad, Docs many a
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Beauty rare, The Court or Town-bred Lafs.
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And fuchj as proud
Of Gentile Blood,
Her humble Birth upbraid,
Their richeft Veins
No Drop contains.
Like that of the Nut-brown Maid,
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The Musical Miscellany,
The City Lafs,
With Wainfcot Face,
By Parents made a Fool,
Is fent to Dance,
To read Romance,
And play the Romp at School:
'Till careful Dad
Provides a Lad,
By golden Hopes betray'd,
For Better, for Worfe,.
To take the Purfe,
Inftead of the Nut-brown Maid.
The Courtly She,
Of High Degree,
Adorns her Breaft and Head;
Perfumes, and Paints,
Becaufe fhe wants
The nat'ral White, and Red,
But thofe that chufe
Such Arts to ufe,
With all their coftly Aid,
Shall never ftiew
A Cheek, or Brow,
Like that of the Nut-brown Maid.

*fhe Musical Miscellany. 147
Try all Mankind,
And you (ball find,
Tho' ne'er fo Rich, or Great,
The Gay, the Grave,
The Young, the Brave,
All love the Toft Brunei,
Since none deny
This Truth, then why
Shou'd Love be difobey'd?
Why fiiould not flie
A Countefs be,
Tho' born but a Nut-brown Mald\
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348 The Musical Miscellan*-;
Sung in the Comedy call'd, The Humours
of Oxford.
Set by Mr. CHARKE. Sung by Mr. HARPER.
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down with Thoughts that break their Reft} They
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An eafier Round of Life we keep,
We eat, we drink, we fmoak, we ileep,
We reel to Bed, there fnore, and then
We rife to do the fame again.
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Come, come, come, come let us drink, let us drink 5
And give a Loofe to Pleafure;
Fill, fill, fill, fill to the Brink, to the Brink 5
We know no other Meafure c
What elfe, what elfe have we to do,
In this our eafy Station,
But that, but that we pleafe, purfue,
% And drink to our Foundation?
For ^Flute.
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Hhe Musical Miscellany. 151
An APOLOGY for Loving a WIDOW.
By George Sewell, M. D. Set by Mr. Sheeles.
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Tell me not Ce— Via once did blefs Another
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Paffionlefs, Nor mi—ti—gate Her Charms.
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Shall I refufe to quench my Third,
Depending Life to fave,
Becaufe fome droughty Shepherd firft
Has kifs'd the finiling Wave?
No, no; methinks'tis wond'rous Great,
And fuits a* Noble Blood,
To have in Love^ as well as State %
A Tafter to our Food.
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T52 The Musical Miscellany.
The SatyrV Advice ./0 a Stock-jobber,
The Mufick by Mr. HANDEL.
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On the Shore of a low ebbing Sea, A fighing young
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wars in my Breaft, What need one be pain'd with his
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Life, When a Halter can purchafe his Reft ?
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Sometimes he would ftamp, and look wild,
Then roar out a terrible Curfe
On Bubbles that had him bcguifd,
And left ne'er a Doit in his Purfe*
A Satyr that wander'd along,
With a Laugh to his Raving reply'd
The Savage malicioufly fung,
And jok'd while the Stock-jobber cry'de
To Mountains and Rocks he complained,
His Cravat was bath'd with his Tears
The Satyr drew near like a Friend,
And bid him abandon his Fears.
Said he, Have you been at the Sea,
And met with a contrary Wind,
That you rail at fair Fortune fo free?
Don't blame the poor Goddefsj fhe's blind
Gome

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Come hold up thy Head, foolifli Wight,
I'll teach thee thy Lofs to retrieve;
Obferve me this Project aright,
• And think not of Hanging, but live.
Hecatijfa, conceited and old,
AfTe&s in her Airs to feem young,
Her Jointure yields plenty of Gold,
And plenty of Nonfenfe her Tongue
Lay Siege to her for a fliort Space,
Ne'er mind that (he's wrinkled or gray
Extol her for Beauty and Grace,
And doubt not of gaining the Day.
In Wedlock ye fairly may join,
And when of her Wealth you are fure,
Make free of the old Woman's Coin,
And purchafe a fprightly young Whore.
To the foregoing fune.
"Y" E Swains that are courting a Maid 5
Be warn'd and inftru&ed by me
Tho' fmall Experience I've had,
I'll give you good Counfel, and free.
All Women are changeable things,
And feldom a Moment the fame
As time a Variety brings,
Their Looks new Humours proclaim,
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tfhe Musical Miscellany. 15$
But who in his Love wou'd fucceed,
And his Miftrefs's Favour obtain
Mud mind it, as fure as his Creed,
To make Hay while the Sun is ferene.
There's a Seafon to conquer the Fair,
And that's when they're merry and gay:
To catch the Occafion take care
When 'tis gone, in vain you'll effay.
For ^Flute.
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156 T?he Musical Miscellany".
LOVE inviting REASON.
Tune, dear Mother]
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When innocent Paftime our Pleafure did crown,
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Upon a green Meadow, or under a Tree, E'er
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and loving and bon-ny was (he ? Rouze up thy
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Reafon, my beautiful Annie y Let ne'er a new
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Whim ding thy Fancy a--jee;Oi as thou art
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M^H^FTf Jamie, who doats upon thee.
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158 The Musical MrscELLA£nr.
Does the Death of a Lintwhite give Annie the Spleen?
Can tyning of Trifles be uneafy to thee ?
Can Lap-dogs andMonkies draw Tears from thofe Eem-
That look with Indifference on poor dying me?
Route up thy Reafon, my beautiful Annie,
O !
Ah !
And do not prefer a Paroquet to me
as thou art bony, be prudent and cany,
And think on thy Jamie, who doats upon thee.
fhou'd a new Manto, or Flanders Lace-Head,
Or yet a wee Cottie, tho' never fo fine,
Make thee grow forgetful, and let his Heart bleed.
That once had fome Hope of purchafing thine,
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautiful Annie,
And do not prefer your Fleegeries to me;
O! as thou art bony, be folid and cany,
And tent a true Lover that doats upon thee.
Shall a Paris Edition of new-fangled Sany,
Tho' gilt o'er with Laces and Fringes he be 9
By adoring himfelf, be admir'd by fair Annie,
And aim at thofe Benifons promis'd to me ?
Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautiful Annie,
O !
And never prefer a light Dancer to me;
as thou art bony, be conftant and cany,
Love only thy Jamie, who doats upon thee.
O think, ! my dear Charmer, on ilka fweet Hour,
That Hade away foftly between thee and me,
E'er Squirrels, or Beans, or Foppery had Pow'f
To rival my Love, and impofe upon thee.
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Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautiful Annie %
And let thy Defires be all center'd in me;
O ! as thou art bony, be faithful and cany,
And love him who's longing to center in thee,
For the Flute.
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i6o The Musical Miscellany.
HAPPY SOLITUDE.
A DIALOGUE.
Set by Mr. J.SHEELES.
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When my A-min-to, weeps, 'tis fure Some mighty
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Caufe affe&s her foj That equal Temper is fe-
cure Againft what common Ills can do.
Why does the lovely Nymph complain \ Since
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"The Musical Miscellany. 161
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both have one u—ni—ted Heart } She fhou'd in
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Juftice tell her Pain 5
I'll eafe her Grief,
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by bear—ing Part.
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She. Forgive my Weaknefs, if Concern
Does in my clouded Face appear :
Zoo foon you may the Caufe difcem\
For tender Love is apt to fear.
When to thefaithlefs Court you go %
And thoufand dazzling Beauties fee,
Charm'd with the artificial Show,
Tou 1
11 foon forget your Vows and Me»
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162 'the Musical Miscellant.
He. Bleft Innocence ! my
She.
Soul's Delight
! !
For you, unmov'd, Fd Courts defpife:
Th' alluring Profpec~Ts not fo bright,
Nor yields a Luflre like your Eyes.
May the great Gods confirm my Vow,
And I their utmoft Vengeance feel,
When at another Shrine I bow,
Or with unhallowed Incenfe kneel
Thenfrom the Hurry let's retire,
And quit Ambition for the Grove,
Honour's at befl a painted Fire,
There is nofolid Joy, but Love, '
Pan will approve of our Retreat
On the foft Grafs fupinely laid,
UV 11 pity thofe that dare be Great,
And make a Palace of the Shade.
Chorus of Both.
Far from the Hurry we'll retire, &c.
Defiring it might Rain to detain his
Mistress.
To the foregoing Tune.
TT7 I T H no lefs various Paffions toft,
Leander view'd the boifterous Main
Each rifing Wind his Wifiis croft,
Each fwelling Wave increasM his Pain.
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My Bread a diff'rent Motive fires
A different Caufe my Fear alarms;
A Calm eou'd favour his Defires,
My fiercer Love expects a Storm.
May louring Clouds and heavy Showers
For once relieve a Lover's Care;
Still to protradt my happy Hours,
And keep the beauteous doe here.
Hide, Phoebus, thy officious Light
Let not one crofs intruding Ray
Deprive me of my Cloe\ Sight,
Aud rob us of a brighter Day.
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164
The Musical Miscellany,
Slow.
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Set by Mr. D I E U P A R T.
When Au-re-iia firft I courted, She had
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prieve her; Poor Au—re—lias growing old.
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Thofe airy Spirits which invited,
Are retiVd, and move no more ;
And thofe Eyes are now benighted,
Which were Comets heretofore.
Want of thofe abate her Merits:
Yet I've Paflion for her Name
Only kind and amorous Spirits
SUwl
Kindle and maintain a Flame.
For the Flute,
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i66
Tie Musical Miscellany,
In Imitation of the Greek o/Antiphanei.
Set by Mr. AB1EL IVHICHELLO*
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What is there in this foolifn Life, For which we
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And ev'n our Wives e— lope.
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The Musical Miscellany. 167
We cannot find that fought-for Stone,
Nor yet Life's grand Elixir;
Beauty is frail ; and as for Fame,
She's grown fo flfppery a Dame,
No Soul on Earth can fix her.
Health is unwilling long to (lay,
And Quacks themfelves grow fick
Honours but fmall Diftin&ions make,
What Odds, when Footmen drink and rake,,
And Nobles run a-tick?
Some tell you, wife and virtuous Souls
Have th' only certain Good;
But, fpite of Philofophick Rules,
Old Age and CrofTes make us Fools,
Temptations make us lewd.
Nay, when thou feeft the blufhing Wine
Red fparkling in thy Hand,
Thou'lt think, at leaft this Liquor's mine,
Though all the envious Powers combine,
Yet this I dare command.
But ah ! a thoufand Things fall out.
Betwixt the Lip and Cup
With Caution put the Glafs about,
The coming Pledge hangs ftiil in doubt,
'Till you have drank it up.
But when, delicious through the Throat,
We feel the Stream run down,
We've found the mighty Thing we fought.
That's Ours indeed ; that, that dear Draught
Wejuftly call Our own.
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168 The Musical Miscellany.
A N A CREONTICK.
The Words by Dr. Parnell.
Set by Mr. GALLIAR P.
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Gay Bacchus liking EJicottrt*$ Wine, A noble
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plac'd ; For Wine makes Love forget its Care, And
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Mirth exalts a Feaft.
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The more to pleafe the fprightly God,
Each fweet engaging Grace
Put on fome Cloaths to come abroad,
And took a Waiter's Place.
Then Cupid namM at ev'ry Glafs
A Lady of the Sky;
While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the Lafs,
And had it Bumper- high.
Fat Comus toft his Brimmers o'er,
And always got the mod;
Jocus took care to fill him more,
Whene'er he mifs'd the Toaft.
They call'd, and drank at ev'ry T6uch;
He fill'd, and drank again
And, if the Gods can take too much,
? Tis faid they did fo then.
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170 Ttbe Musical Miscellany.
Gay Bacchus little Cupid flung,
Oy reck'ning his Deceits.
And Cupid mock'd his fhmm'ring Tongue,
With all his ftagg'ring Gaits
And Jocus droll'd on Comus* Ways,
And Tales without a Jed;
While Comus call'd his witty Plays
But Waggeries at beft.
Such Talk foon fet 'em all at Odds;
And, had 1 Homer's Pen,
; : ;
I'd fing ye, how they drank like Gods,
And how they fought like Men.
To part the Fray, the Graces fly,
Who make 'em foon agree
Nay, had the Furies Selves been nigh,
They ftill were Three to Three.
Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up,
And gave him back his Bow
But kept fome Darts to ftir the Cup
Where Sack and Sugar flow.
Jocus took Comus' rolle Crown,
And gaily wore the Prfce,
And thrice, in Mirth, he pufli'd himdown 5
As thrice he drove to rife.
Then Cupid fought the Myrtle Grove,
Where Venus did recline;
And Venus clofe embracing Love,
They join'd to rail at Wine* And

*The Musical Miscellany. 171
And Comus loudly curfing Wit,
Roll'd off to fome Retreat,
Where boon Companions gravely fitf
In fat unweildy State.
Bacchus and Jocm, ftill behind,
For one frefh Glafs prepare;
They Kite, and are exceeding kind,
And vow to be fincere.
But part in Time, whoever hear
This our inftructive Song
For tho' fuch Friendfhips may be dear,
They can't continue long.
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172
tte Musical Miscellanv.
Me LOVER RESOLV'D.
Set by Mr. L EVE RIDGE.
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Pbillisy your Falfliood I fee, and defpife, Nor
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more will I bow like a Slave to thofe Eyes;
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You may fmile on, and deceive other Hearts, Now
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The Musical Miscellany. 173
Hence my Devotion I'll pay to God Mars t
He will reward all my Toils in the Wars ;
He (hall command me, and Fame I'll purine,
Then farewel, proud Minx, and for ever adieu*
When I return, full of Riches and Fame,
I'll find fome Girl, that is worthy my Name;
Her will I court, and (he (hall be my Queen,
While thou, like a Fool, dy'ft with Envy andSplcw%

*74
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W* Musical Miscellany.
CO RTDON'S COMPLAINT.
Tune % Pinkie Houfe. By David Rizzio.
The Words by Mr. Mitchell.
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As Love-fick Co-ry-don befide A murm'ring
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Riv'let lay, Thus plain'd he his
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Pride, And, plaining, dy'd a way. Fair
Stream (faid he) when-e'er you pour Your
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gpagap^^
Treafurein the Sea, To Sea-Nymphs tell what
^frfj-BbUr
I endure, Perhaps they'll pi—ty me.
,^J=UJJ=f^^E And, fitting on the cliffy Rocks,
In melting Songs, exprefs,
(While as they comb their golden Locks)
To Travelers my Diftrefs.
Say, Corydon, an honeft Swain)
The fair Cofmelia lov'd,
While lhe, with undeferv'd Difdain,
His conllant Torture prov'd.
Ne'er Shepherd lov'd a Shepherdefs
More faithfully than He
Ne'er Shepherd yet regarded lefs
Of Shepherdefs cou'd be.
How oft to Vallies, and to Hills,
Did He, alas! complain!
How oft re-echo'd they his Ills,
And feem'd to fhare his Pais?
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4j6 The Musical Miscellany*
How oft, on Banks of ftately Trees»
And on the tufted Greens,
fngrav'd he Tales of his Difeafe,
And what his Soul fuftains
Yet fruitlefs all his Sorrows prov'd,
And fruitlefs all his Art!
She fcorn'd the more, the more he lov'd,
And broke, at laft, his Heart.
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^he Musical Miscellany. iyj
&i Dialogue between Damon and
Celimena.
Set by Dr. P EP USC H.
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X78 The Musical Miscellanv.
Celimena.
Paffion's but an empty Name,
Where RefpecT: is wanting
Damon, you miftake your Aim,
Hang your Heart, and burn your Flame,
If you muft be ranting.
Damon.
Love as dull and muddy is
As decaying Liquor:
Anger fets it on the Lees,
And refines it by degrees,
'Till it works the quicker.
Celimena.
Love by Quarrels to beget
Wifely you endeavour,
v With a grave Phyfician's Wit,
Who to cure an Ague-fit,
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Put me in a Fever.
Damon.
Anger rouses Love to fight,
And his only Bait is;
Tis the Spur to dull Delight,
And is but an eager Bite,
When Deilre at Height is.
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The Musical Miscellany. 179
CE LI MEN A.
If fuch Drops of Heat can fall
In our wooing Weather,
If fuch Drops of Heat can fall,
We fhall have the Devil and all
When we come together.
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For the Flute,
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ftMAI DY HUSBAND.
Sungby Mifs Raftor in the Contrivances.
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Genteel in Per-fon-age, Condu£t and Equipage,
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Noble by Heritage, Generous and free: Brave,
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Honour maintaining,
Meannefs difdaining,
Still entertaining,
Engaging and New
Neat, but not Finical,
Sage, but not Cynical,
Never Tyrannical,
But ever True*
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282 The Musical Miscellany*
the CHARMING SAILOR,
The Words by a Lady.
The Tune by Mr. CAREY.
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Mafquerade, And all the dying Mealures That
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The Musical Miscellany. 183
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he reveals his Anguifh, And begs the fair One's Name,
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No more you can invite me,
You fing, alas ! in vain
No Mufick can delight me,
Tho' Orpheus play'd again
A lovely Sailor pleading,
With Wit in every Word,
J3oth skill'd in Love and Breeding,
Has fix'd my Heart on Board.
In ev'ry Dream appearing,
All Charming, all Divine,
A Manner moft endearing,
A Voice as foft as mine
His Hands fo gently prefTing,
As if no Ropes they knew.
What is my Song conferring!
It grows a Billet-doux.
Some tuneful Voice befriending
The Fondnefs of my Heart,
In mournful Notes defending,
My Tendernefs impact
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184 STif Musical Miscellany,
Ah !
fure he foon will know ft,
If Love infpire his Sight
Thofe Eyes that made the Poet,
I fear will guefs too right.
The INDIFFERENT LOVER,
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To the foregoing Tune,
H O U D the Nymph I love, difdain mes And drive to give Defpair
All her Arts fhall never Pain me s
For I'll feek a kinder Fair.
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Some think it mighty Treafure 9
A ftubborn Heart to gain
But theirs be all the Pleafure,
For 'tis not worth the Pain,
1 "
Advice to a Friend in Love.
To the foregoing Tune.
pR'YTHEE, Billy,
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Ben't fo filly, \ »
Thus to wade thy Days in Grief:
You fay, Betty
Will not let ye;
But, can Sorrow give Relief?
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f& Musical Miscellany, 185
Leave Repining,
Ceafe your Whining,
Fox on Torment, Grief and Woe;
If (he's tender,
She'll furrender;
If fhe's tough
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e'en let her go.
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tB6 Ifbe Musical Miscellany,
Set by Dr. P EPUSCH.
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As fwift as Time put round the Glafs, And
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husband well Life's little Space; Perhaps your
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Sun which fhines fo bright, May fet in
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The Musical Miscellany.
Or if the Sun again fliou'd rife,
Death, ere the Morn, may clofe our Eyes.
Then drink before it be too late,
And fnatch the prefent Hour from Fate.
Come, fill a Bumper, fill it round,
J^et Mirth, and Wit, and Wine abound.
In thefe alone True Wifdom lies,
For to be Merry's to be Wife.
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188 SSt Musical Miscellany
CHASTE LUCRETIA.
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How much fiercer is the Anguifh,
When we moft in fecret languifn
Silent Streams are deepeft found
Noify Grieving
Is deceiving
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Empty Veflels make moft Sound.
Had I Words that could reveal it,
Yet I wifely would conceal it;
Tho' the Queftion be bat fair
Grief and Merits,
Love and Spirits,
Always lofe by taking Air.
Guardian Angels (till defend you,
And furprizing Joys attend you;
Whilft I'm like the Winter Sun,
Faintly fhining,
And declining,
'Till thou, charming Spring, return.
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DAMON and C E L I A,
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With awful Step h'approach'd the Fair,
To view her charming Face,
Where ev'ry Feature wore an Air,
And ev'ry Part a Grace.
And ev'ry, &c.
His Heart inflam'd with am'rous Pain,
He wifh'd the Nymph would wake,
Tho' ne'er before was any Swain
So unprepar'd to fpeak.
So unprepar'd, &c.
Whilft flumb'ring thus fair Cella lay.
Soft Wifhes fill'd her Mind,
She cry'd, Come Thyrfis, come away,
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192 *fhe Musical Miscellany.
Damon embraced the lucky Hit,
And flew into her Arms
He took her in the yielding Fit,
And rifl'd all her Charms,
And rifl'd, fcrV.
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A BALLAD on QUAD RILL E.
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Kings, Queens and Knaves, made up his Pack,
And four fair Suits he wore;
His Troops they were with Red and Black
All blotch'd and fpotted o'er;
And ev'ry Houfe, go where you will,
Is haunted by this Imp, Quadrille, &c.
Sure Cards he has for every Thing,
Which well Court-Cards they name,
And Statefman-like, calls in the King,
To help out a bad Game;
But if the Parties manage ill,
The King is forc'd to lofe Codille, &c.
When Two and Two were met of old,
Tho' they ne'er meant to marry,
They were in Cupid's Books enroird,
And call'd a Party Quarree
But now, meet when and where you will,
A Party Quarree is Quadrille, &c.
The Commoner, the Knight, and Peer,
Men of all Ranks and Fame,
Leave to their Wives the only Care
To propagate their Name;
And well that Duty they fulfil,
While the good Husband's at Quadrille, &c.
When Patients lie in piteous Cafe
In comes th' Apothecary
And to the Doctor cries, Alas!
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The Patient dies without a Pill, .
For why ? The Doctor's at Quadrille, &c.
Should France and Spain again grow loud,
The Mufcovite grow louder
Britain, to curb her Neighbours proud,,
Wou'd want both Ball and Powder;
Muft want both Sword and Gun to kill
For why ? The General's at Quadrille, &c.
The King of late drew forth his Sword,
(Thank God 'twas not in Wrath !
And made, of many a Squire and Lord,
An unwafli'd Knight of Bath:
What are their Feats of Arms and Skill ?
They're but nine Parties at Quadrille, &c,
A Party late at Cambray met,
Which drew all Europe's Eyes;
'Twas call'd in Poft-Boy and Gazette^
The Quadruple Allies.
But fome-body took fomething ill,
So broke this Party at Quadrille, &c.
And now, God fave this noble Realm,
And God fave eke Hanover
And God fave thofe who hold the Helm,
When as the King goes over
But let the King go where he will,
His Subjects muft play at Quadrille, &c,
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ADVICE to a LOVER.
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He haunts the Stream, he haunts the Grove,
Lives in a fond Romance of Love,
And feems for each to die
'Till each a little fpiteful grown,
Sab'tna Celia's Shape ran down,
And She Sab'mds Eye.
Their Envy made the Shepherd find
Thofe Eyes, which Love cou'd only blind
So fet the Lover free
No more he haunts the Grove or Stream,
Or with a True-love Knot or Name
Engraves a wounded Tree.
Ah Celial (fly Sabina cry'd)
Tho' neither Love, we're both deny'd
Let either fix the Dart.
Poor Girl ! (fays Celia) fay no more;
That Spite which broke his Chains before,'
Wou'd break the other's Heart.
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The Divine Right of Beauty.
The Words by Mr. B A K E R.
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are fill'd with Woe ! You envious Pow'rs ! why
have you plac'd My Fair One's Lot fo low ?
How fottifh Cuftom over-rules
The Force of Nature's Law
Begun, and carry'd on by Fools,
It keeps Mankind in Awe
Nature to rule the World defign'd
The Generous and the Fair,
But Cuftom has the Sway confm'd
To fuch as Wealthy are.
Each Charm in Rofalinda's Face
Convincingly declares,
None can, but for the fecond Place,
Contend, when fhe appears.
Then ^caufe blind Fortune has not thrown
Her Favours in her way,
Shall I her Sovereignty difov/n,
Andfcrupletoobey?
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Ah ! No
:— Dominion is her Due,
The Right which Nature gave;
Let him who dares difpute, but view
Her Eyes,—and be her Slave
And may the World, convinc'd by me,
Before the Charmer fall,
Whofe Beauty makes her fit to be
Acknowledged Queen of alL
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