n,
The glowing blushes of the Morn;
By Noon are vanish'd all away,
Then let _Aurelia_ live to Day.

_A_ SONG _Sung by Mrs._ PRINCE _in the_ Agreeable Disappointment.
_Sett by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES.

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_Chloe_ found Love for his _Psyche_ in Tears,
She play'd with his Dart, and smil'd at his Fears, fears;
'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps,
_Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps:
'Till feeling at length the Poison it keeps,
_Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps.
_Cupid_ he smiles, and _Chloe_ she weeps.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN BARRETT.

[Music]

_Liberia's_ all my Thought and Dream,
She's all, all, all, she's all, all, all, my Pleasure
and my Pain:
_Liberia's_ all that I esteem,
And all I fear is her Disdain,
Her Wit, her Humour and her Face,
Please beyond all I felt before:
Oh! Why can't I Admire her less,
Or dear _Liberia_, or dear _Liberia_ love me more!

Like Stars all other Female Charms,
Ne'er touch my Heart, but Feast my Eyes;
For she's the only Sun that Warms,
With her alone I'd live and dye:
Immortal Pow'rs whose Work Divine,
Inspires my Soul with so much Love;
Grant your _Liberia_ may be mine,
And then, then, then, then, and then, then I
share your Joys above.

_Coy_ BELINDA, _and False_ AMINDOR.

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Coy _Belinda_ may discover,
Love is nothing but a Name;
'Tis not Beauty warms the Lover,
When he tells her of his Flame:
But she keeps a greater Treasure,
Binds and Bonds inflame his Heart;
Charms that flow with tides of Pleasure,
More obey'd than _Cupid's_ Dart.

False _Amintor_ leave Dissembling,
Tell her plainly you are Poor;
Hence are all your Sighs and Tremblings,
When you talk of your Amour:
Tho' you Sigh, and tho' you Languish,
'Till she gives herself away;
Then you soon forget your Anguish,
And _Belinda_ must obey.

_An Amorous Address to the charming_ CORINNA.

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_Corinna_ 'tis you that I Love,
And love with a Passion, a Passion so great;
That death a less Torment would prove,
Than either your Frown or your hate:
So soft and prevailing your Charms,
In vain I should strive to retreat;
Oh! then let me live in your Arms,
Or dye in Despair at your Feet.

In vain I may pray to Love's Powers,
To ease me and pity my Pain;
Since