was glad to deal with me,
_When I was a Man of Honour_.

I never kept my _Hawkes_ and _Hounds_,
Or Lew'd and Wanton Misses;
I'd never sell or Mortgage Towns,
To purchase Charming Kisses:
Of those that seek their Prey by Night,
Each cunning Female Fauner;
My Lady was my Hearts Delight,
_When I was_, &c.

I never hid my Noble Head,
For any Debt contracted;
Nor from the Nation have I fled,
For Treasons basely Acted:
Nor did I in the least Rebel,
To make my self a Runner:
My Loyalty was known full well,
_When I was_, &c.

I never did betray my trust,
For Bribes more sweet than Honey;
Nor was I false, or so unjust,
To sink the Nations Money:
My _Lands_ and _Livings_ to enlarge,
By wronging each good Donor:
I Built not at the Nation's Charge,
_When I was_, &c.

We find now in these latter Days,
Some Men hath delegated;
From Truth, and found out greedy ways,
This should be regulated:
And act henceforth with Heart and Hand,
Oppose the Sons of _Bonner_;
I lov'd my King and serv'd my Land,
_When I was_, &c.

For Bounty, Love and large Relief,
For Noble Conversation;
For easing the poor Widows Grief,
In Times of Lamentation:
For House of Hospitality,
I'll challenge any Donor;
There's few or none that can outvey,
_King_ Henry's _Man of Honour_.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ FRANK.

Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure,
Love how soon, how soon,
How soon thy Joys, are past?
Since we soon must lose the Pleasure,
Oh! 'twere better ne'er to tast:
Gods! How sweet would be possessing,
Did not Time its Charms destroy;
Or could Lovers with the Blessing,
Lose the Thoughts of _Cupid's_ Joy:
Lose the Thoughts, the Thoughts,
The Thoughts of _Cupid's_ Joy.

Cruel Thoughts, that pain yet please me,
Ah! no more my rest destroy;
Shew me still if you would ease me,
Love's Deceits, but not it's Joy:
Gods what kind, yet cruel Powers,
Force my Will to rack my Mind!
Ah! too long we wait for Flowers,
Too, too soon, to fade design'd.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ Akeroyde.

[Music]

That scornful _Sylvia's_ Chains I wear,
The Groves and Streams can tell;
Those blasted with my Sighs appear,
These with my Tears my Tears, o're swell.
But Sighs and Tears bring no redress,
And Love that sees, that sees me grieve;
Con