_A_ SONG _in the Innocent Mistress. Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ Hodgson.

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When I languish'd and wish'd you wou'd something bestow, You bad me to give it a Name; But by Heav'n I know it as little as you, Tho' my Ignorance pa.s.ses for Shame: You take for Devotion each pa.s.sionate Glance, And think the dull Fool is sincere; But never believe that I spake in Romance, On purpose to tickle, on purpose, on purpose, On purpose to tickle your Ear: To please me than more, think still I am true, And hug each Apocryphal Text; Tho' I practice a Thousand false Doctrines on you, I shall still have enough, I shall still have enough, Shall still have enough for the next.

VENUS _to_ PARIS _in the Prize Musick. Set by Mr._ JOHN WELDON.

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Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain, Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain, Let not _Venus_, let not _Venus_, let not _Venus_ sue in vain; _Venus_ rules, _Venus_ rules, _Venus_ rules the G.o.ds above, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love?

_Venus_ rules the G.o.ds above, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love.

Love rules them, and she rules Love.

_A_ SONG.

_The Words by Mr._ WARD, _Set by Mr._ HARRIS.

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_Belinda_! why do you distrust, So faithful and so kind a Heart: Which cannot prove to you unjust, But must it self endure the smart: No, no, no, no the wandring Stars, Shall sooner cease their Motion; And Nature reconcile the Jars, 'Twixt _Boreas_ and the Ocean: The fixed Poles shall seem to move, And ramble from their Places; E'er I'll from fair _Belinda_ rove, Or slight her charming Graces.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ William Turner.

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Long was the Day e're _Alexis_ my Lover, To finish my Hopes would his Pa.s.sion reveal; He could not speak, nor I could not discover, What my poor aking Heart was so loath to conceal: Till the Strength of his Pa.s.sion his Fear had remov'd, Then we mutually talk'd, and we mutually lov'd.

Groves for Umbrella's did kindly o'er-shade us, From _Phoebus_ hot rages, who like envy in strove; Had not kind Fate this Provision made us, All the Nymphs of the Air would have envy'd our Love: But we stand below Envy that ill-natur'd Fate, And above cruel Scorn is happy Estate.

_A_ SONG.

_Set to Musick by Mr._ John Eccles.

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As _Cupid_ roguishly one Day, Had all alone stole out to play; The _Muses_ caught the little, little, little Knave, And captive Love to Beauty gave: The _Muses_ caught the little, little, little Knave, And captive Love to Beauty gave: The laughing Dame soon miss'd her Son, And here and there, and here and there, And here and there distracted run; Distracted run, and here and there, And here and there, and here and there distracted run: And still his Liberty to gain, his Liberty to gain, Offers his Ransom, But in vain, in vain, in vain; The willing, willing Prisoner still hugs his Chain, And Vows he'll ne'er be free, And Vows he'll ne'er be free, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, No, no, no, no, no he'll ne'er be free again, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, No, no, no, no, no he'll ne'er be free again.

_Old_ SOLDIERS.

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Of old Soldiers, the Song you would hear, And we old Fidlers have forgot who they were, But all we remember shall come to your Ear, _That we are old Soldiers of the Queens,_ _And the Queens old Soldiers._

With the _Old Drake_, that was the next Man To _Old Franciscus_, who first it began, To sail through the Streights of _Magellan_, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

That put the proud _Spanish Armado_ to wrack, And Travell'd all o'er the old World, and came back, In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sack, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Cavendish_, that seconded him, And taught his old Sails the same Pa.s.sage to swim, And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Like an _Old Rawleigh_, that twice and again, Sailed over most part of the _Seas_, and then Travell'd all o'er the World with his Pen, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old John Norris_, the General, That at old _Gaunt_, made his Fame Immortal, In spight of his Foes, with no loss at all, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Like _Old Brest Fort_, an invincible thing, When the old _Queen_ sent him to help the _French_ King, Took from the proud _Fox_, to the World's wond'ring, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Where an old stout _Fryer_, as goes the Story, Came to push of Pike with him in Vain-glory, But he was almost sent to his own _Purgatory_, _By this old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Ned Norris_, that kept _Ostend_, A terror to Foe, and a Refuge to Friend, And left it Impregnable to his last End, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

That in the old unfortunate Voyage of all, March'd o'er the old Bridge, and knock'd at the Wall, Of _Lisbon_, the Mistress of _Portugal_, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Tim Norris_, by the old _Queen_ sent, Of _Munster_ in _Ireland_, Lord President, Where his Days and his Blood in her service he spent, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Harry Norris_, in Battle wounded, In his Knee, whose Leg was cut off, and he said, You have spoil'd my Dancing, and dy'd in his Bed, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Will Norris_, the oldest of all, Who went voluntary, without any Call, To th' old _Irish_ Wars, to's Fame Immortal, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old d.i.c.k Wenman_, the first in his Prime, That over the Walls of old _Cales_ did Clime, And there was Knighted, and liv'd all his Time, _Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With _Old Nando Wenman_, when _Brest_ was o'er thrown, Into the Air, into the Seas, with Gunpowder blown, Yet bravely recovering, long after was known, _For an Old Soldier_, &c.

When an _Old Tom Wenman_, whose bravest delight, Was in a good Cause for his Country to Fight, And dy'd in _Ireland_, a good old Knight, _And an old Soldier_, &c.

With a Young _Ned Wenman_, so valiant and bold, In the Wars of _Bohemia_, as with the Old, Deserves for his Valour to be Enroll'd, _An old Soldier_, &c.