I Am come to lock all fast, Love without me cannot last: Love, like counsels of the Wise, Must be hid from vulgar Eyes; 'Tis holy, 'tis holy, and we must, we must conceal it, They prophane it, they prophane it, who reveal it, They prophane it, they profane it, who reveal it.

_A New_ SONG, _Set to the FLUTE._

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After the pangs of fierce Desire, The doubts and hopes that wait on Love; And feed by turns the raging Fire, How charming must Fruition prove: When the triumphant Lover feels, None of those Pains which once he bore; Or when reflecting on his Ills, He makes his Pleasure, Pleasure more, He makes his Pleasure, Pleasure more.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_ Sir Anthony Love: _Or_, The Rambling Lady, _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

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In vain _Clemene_, you bestow, The promis'd Empire of your Heart; If you refuse to let me know, The wealthy Charms of every part.

My Pa.s.sion with your kindness grew, Tho' Beauty gave the first desire, But Beauty only to pursue, Is following a wandring Fire.

As Hills in perspective, suppress, The free enquiry of the sight: Restraint makes every Pleasure less, And takes from Love the full delight.

Faint Kisses may in part supply, Those eager Longings of my Soul; But oh! I'm lost, if you deny, A quick possession of the whole.

_A_ SONG, _Set to Musick by Mr._ GRAVES.

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My dear _Corinna_ give me leave, To gaze, to gaze on her I Love; The G.o.ds cou'd never, never yet conceive, Her Worth, tho' from above; There's none on Earth can equalize, So sweet, so sweet a Soul as she; Who ever gains so great a Prize, Has all, has all that Heav'n can be.

Curse on my Fate, who plac'd me here, In a Sphere, a Sphere, so much below, My Love, my Life, my all that's dear; And yet she must not know: The torment for her I sustain, Shall ill, shall ill rewarded be; When loving, when loving, and not Lov'd again, Does prove, does prove, a h.e.l.l to me.

_A Mock Song to_ If Love's a sweet Pa.s.sion.

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If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment?

If a Poison oh! tell me whence comes my Content?

Since I drink it with Pleasure, why should I complain?

Or repent ev'ry Morn when I know 'tis in vain: Yet so charming the Gla.s.s is, so deep is the Quart, That at once it both drowns and enlivens my Heart.

I take it off briskly and when it is down, By my jolly Complexion I make my Joy known; But oh! how I'm blest when so strong it does prove, By its soveraign heat to expel that of Love: When in quenching the Old, I creat a new Flame, And am wrapt in such Pleasures that still want a Name.

_The_ LOYAL _Subject's WISH. By Mrs._ ANNE MORCOTT.

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Let _Mary_ live long, She's Vertuous and Witty, All charmingly Pretty; Let _Mary_ live long, And Reign many Years: Wou'd the Cloud was gone o'er, That troubles us sore, When the Sun-shine appears; We shall be deliver'd, We shall be deliver'd, From fury and fears.

Heavens send the King home, With Laurels to crown him, Each Rebel to own him; And may he live long, And Reign many Years: When the Conquest is plain, And three Kingdoms regain'd; Let his Enemies fall, Then _Caesar_ shall flourish, Then _Caesar_ shall flourish, In spight of them all.

All glorious and gay, Let the King live for ever: May he languish never, never: Like Flowers in _May_, His Actions smell sweet: When the Wars are all done, And he safe in his Throne; Trophies lay at his Feet, With loud Acclamations, With loud Acclamations, His Majesty greet.

_The Shepherdess_ LERINDA'S _Complaint, by_ Walter Overbury, _Gent._

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_Lerinda_ complaineth that _Strephon_ is dull, And that nothing diverting proceeds from his Skull; But when once _Lerinda_ vouchsafes to be kind, To her long Admirer she'll then quickly find: Such strange alteration as will her confute, That _Strephon's_ transported, that _Strephon's_ transported, That _Strephon's_ transported and grown more acute.

_Love will find out the Way._

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Over the Mountains, And over the Waves; Over the Fountains, And under the Graves: Over Rocks which are steepest, Which do _Neptune_ obey; Over Floods which are the deepest, Love will find out the way.

Where there is no place, For the Glow-worm to lie: Where there is no s.p.a.ce, For receipt of a Flye: Where the Gnat she dares not venture, Lest her self fast she lay: But if Love come he will enter, And will find out the way.

You may esteem him A Child by his force; Or you may deem him A Coward, which is worse: But if he whom Love doth Honour, Be conceal'd from the Day; Set a Thousand Guards upon him Love will find out the way.

Some think to lose him, Which is too unkind; And some do suppose him, Poor Heart to be Blind: But if ne'er so close you wall him, Do the best that you may; Blind Love, if so you call him, Will find out the way.

Well may the Eagle Stoop down to the Fist; Or you may inveagle, The Phenix of the East: With Tears the Tyger's moved, To give over his Prey; But never stop a Lover, He will post on his way.

From _Dover_ to _Barwick_, And Nations thro'out; Brave _Guy_ of _Warwick_, That Champion stout: With his Warlike behaviour, Thro' the World he did stray; To win his _Phillis's_ Favour, Love will find out the way.