et by Mr._ Motley.

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Draw _Cupid_ draw, and make fair _Sylvia_ know;
The mighty Pain her suff'ring Swain does for her undergo;
Convey this Dart into her Heart, and when she's set on Fire,
Do thou return and let her burn, like me in chast desire;
That by Experience she, may learn to pity me,
Whene'er her Eyes do tyrannize o'er my Captivity:
But when in Love we jointly move, and tenderly imbrace,
Like Angels shine, and sweetly join to one another's Face.

_A_ SONG; _The Words by a Person of a Quality. Set to Musick by Mr._
Robert Cary.

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Some brag of their _Chloris_, and some of their _Phillis_,
Some cry up their _Caelia_, and bright _Amaryllis_:
Thus Poets and Lovers their Mistresses dub,
And Goddesses fram'd from the Wash-bowl and Tub;
But away with these Fictions, and Counterfeit Folly:
There's a thousand more Charms in the Name of my _Dolly_.

I cannot describe you her Beauty and Wit,
Like Manna to each she's a relishing Bit;
She alone by Enjoyment, the more does prevail,
And still with fresh Pleasures does hoist up your Sail:
Nay, had you a Surfeit, but took of all others,
One Look from my _Dolly_ your Stomach recovers.

_The Mountebank_ SONG. _Sung by Dr._ LEVERIGO, _and his merry Andrew_
Pinkanello, _in_ Farewel to Folly. _Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE.

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Here are People and Sports
of all sizes and sorts,
Coach'd Damsel with Squire,
and Mob in the Mire,
Tarpaulins, Trugmallions,
Lords, Ladys, Sows,
Babies, and Loobys in Scores.
Some howling, some Bawling,
some Leering, some Fleering,
some Loving, some Shoving,
with Legions of Furbelow'd Whores.

To the Tavern, some go,
and some to a Show,
see Poppets for Moppets,
Jack-puddings, for Cuddens,
Rope Dancing, Mares Prancing,
Boats flying, Quacks lying,
Pick-pockets, pick Plackets,
Beasts, Butchers, and Beaus.

Fops prat'ling, Dies rat'ling,
Rooks shaming, Puts Daming,
Whores Painted, Mask's tainted,
in Tallymans Furbelow'd Cloaths.

The Mobs Joys would you know
to yon Musick-house go,
see Tailors, and Saylors,
Whores Oily in Doily,
hear Musick, makes you sick:
Cows Skipping, Clowns tripping,
some Joaking, some Smoaking, like Spiggit and Tap;
short Measure, strange Pleasure
thus Billing, and Swilling,
some yearly, get fairly,
for Fairings Pig, Pork, and a Clap.]

_The Mountebank_ SONG. _Set and Sung by Mr._ LEVERIDGE, _in a New Play
call'd_, Farewel to Folly.

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See, Sirs, see her