was a Loyal _Scot_ tho' dead and gone,
And _Jenny_ in her _Daddy's_ way with muckle Joy shall move:
Laugh at the _Kirk-Apostles_ & the Canting swarms,
And fight with bonny Lads that love their Monarchy and King,
Then _Jenny_ fresh and blith shall take thee in her Arms,
And give thee twanty Kisses, and perhaps a better thing.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Fairy Queen. _Sung by Mrs._ Dyer.

[Music]

I Am come to lock all fast,
Love without me cannot last:
Love, like counsels of the Wise,
Must be hid from vulgar Eyes;
'Tis holy, 'tis holy, and we must, we must conceal it,
They prophane it, they prophane it, who reveal it,
They prophane it, they profane it, who reveal it.

_A New_ SONG, _Set to the FLUTE._

[Music]

After the pangs of fierce Desire,
The doubts and hopes that wait on Love;
And feed by turns the raging Fire,
How charming must Fruition prove:
When the triumphant Lover feels,
None of those Pains which once he bore;
Or when reflecting on his Ills,
He makes his Pleasure, Pleasure more,
He makes his Pleasure, Pleasure more.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_ Sir Anthony Love: _Or_, The Rambling
Lady, _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.

[Music]

In vain _Clemene_, you bestow,
The promis'd Empire of your Heart;
If you refuse to let me know,
The wealthy Charms of every part.

My Passion with your kindness grew,
Tho' Beauty gave the first desire,
But Beauty only to pursue,
Is following a wandring Fire.

As Hills in perspective, suppress,
The free enquiry of the sight:
Restraint makes every Pleasure less,
And takes from Love the full delight.

Faint Kisses may in part supply,
Those eager Longings of my Soul;
But oh! I'm lost, if you deny,
A quick possession of the whole.

_A_ SONG, _Set to Musick by Mr._ GRAVES.

[Music]

My dear _Corinna_ give me leave,
To gaze, to gaze on her I Love;
The Gods cou'd never, never yet conceive,
Her Worth, tho' from above;
There's none on Earth can equalize,
So sweet, so sweet a Soul as she;
Who ever gains so great a Prize,
Has all, has all that Heav'n can be.

Curse on my Fate, who plac'd me here,
In a Sphere, a Sphere, so much below,
My Love, my Life, my all that's dear;
And yet she must not know:
The torment for her I sustain,
Shall ill, shall ill rewarded be;
When loving, when loving, a