ere's the harm in saying so?
_Corinna_ if my Fate's to love you,
Where's the harm in saying so?
Why shou'd my Sighs, why shou'd my Sighs,
Why shou'd my Sighs and Fondness move you?
To encrease, to encrease your Shepherd's Woe:
Flame pent in still burns and scorches,
'Till it burns a Lover's Heart:
Love declar'd like lighted Torches,
Wastes it self and gives less Pain:
Love declar'd like lighted Torches,
Wastes it self, wastes it self,
Wastes it self, and gives less Smart.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ISUM.

[Music]

_Caelia's_ Charms are past expressing,
Were she kind as she is Fair;
_Caelia's_ Charms are past expressing,
Were she kind as she is Fair:
Heav'ns cou'd grant no greater Blessing,
Nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care;
Heav'ns cou'd grant no greater Blessing,
Nor Earth a Nymph, nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care.

But Unkindness, Unkindness mars her Beauty,
And useless makes that Heav'nly,
That Heav'nly, that Heav'nly frame;
But Unkindness mars her Beauty,
And useless makes that Heav'nly, Heav'nly frame:
While she mistakes and calls that Duty,
Which ill Nature others name:
While she mistakes and calls that Duty,
Which ill Nature others name.

_The Hopeful Bargain: Or a Fare for a Hackney-Coachman, giving a
Comical relation, how an_ Ale-draper _at the Sign of the_
Double-tooth'd Rake _in or near the new_ Palace-yard, Westminster,
_Sold his Wife for a Shilling, and how she was sold a Second time for
five Shillings to_ JUDGE; _My Lord ---- Coachman, and how her Husband
receiv'd her again after she had lain with other Folks three Days and
Nights_, &c. _The Tune_ Lilly Bullero.

[Music]

There lives an Ale-draper near _New-palace-yard_,
Who used to Jerk the Bum of his Wife;
And she was forced to stand on her Guard,
To keep his Clutches from her Quoiff:
She poor Soul the weaker Vessel,
To be reconcil'd was easily won;
He held her in scorn,
But she Crown'd him with Horn,
_Without Hood or Scarff, and rough as she run._

He for a Shilling sold his Spouse,
And she was very willing to go;
And left the poor Cuckold alone in the House,
That he by himself his Horn might blow:
A Hackney Coachman he did buy her,
And was not this a very good Fun;
With a dirty Pinner,
As I am a Sinner,
_Without Hood or Scarff, but rough as she run._

The Woman gladly did depart,
Between three Men was handed away;
He for her Husband did care not a Far