unds beyond curing,
And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more enduring.
_The first_ SONG, _Sung by Mr._ PRINCE, _in the_ Maid in the Mill.
[Music]
How long, how long shall I pine for Love?
How long shall I sue in vain?
How long, how long like the Turtle Dove,
Must I heavily thus complain?
Shall the Sails of my Love stand still,
Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground?
Oh fye, oh fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill,
Let the Mill go round, let the Mill, let the Mill go round.
_A_ SONG _Sung at_ HOLMSE's _Booth in_ Bartholomew Fair, _Set by Mr._
JOHN BARRETT.
[Music]
War, War and Battle now no more,
Shall your thun'dring Cannons roar;
No more, no more of War complain,
Peace begins, Peace begins her _Halcyon_ Reign:
For now the Tow'ring Bird of _Jove_,
Stoops, stoops to the gentle Billing _Dove_.
_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcell, _and Sung at the_ Theatre _Royal
in_ DRURY-LANE.
[Music]
_Cupid_ make your Virgins tender,
Make 'em easy to be won;
Let 'em presently surrender,
When the Treaty's once begun:
Such as like a tedious Wooing,
Let 'em cruel Damsels find:
But let such as wou'd, as wou'd be doing,
Prithee, prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind,
Prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind.
_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ Willis _at the_ THEATRE.
[Music]
Ken you, who comes here,
The Laird of aw the Clan;
Whom Ise Love but fear,
Because a muckle Man:
But what if he's Great,
He descends from his State,
And receive him, receive him as you can.
Come my Bonny Blith Lads,
Shew your best Lukes and Plads,
Our Laird is here;
Whom we shou'd Love,
And who shou'd approve,
Our Respect as well as Fear,
For the Laird is here whom we Love and Fear.
_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. Eccles,
_Sung by Mrs._ Hudson.
[Music]
To meet her _Mars_ the Queen of Love,
Comes here adorn'd with all her Charms;
The Warriour best the Fair can move,
And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms:
The Warriour best the Fair can move,
And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms.
_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd Love betray'd, Sung by Mrs._
Bracegirdle, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles.
[Music]
If I hear _Orinda_ Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart;
If I hear _Orinda_ Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart:
The Treac
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