Airs to the songs

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J. Johnson, 1783

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Página xcvii - Who love to be told where good claret's in store, Attend to the call Of one who's ne'er frighted, But greatly delighted, With six bottles more : Be sure you don't pass The good house Money-glass, Which the jolly red god so peculiarly owns ; 'Twill well suit your humour. For pray what would you more, Than mirth, with good claret, and bumpers, Squire Jones.
Página 4 - So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. — A Room in Mariana'* House. MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing. SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página xcvii - No glory I covet ! no riches I want ! Ambition is nothing to me ! The one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free.
Página xxxviii - No more of my Harriot, of Polly no more, Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before; My heart for a slave to gay Venus I've sold, And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold: I'll throw down my pipe, and neglect all my flocks, And will sing to my lass with the golden locks. Tho...
Página 21 - YE shepherds, give ear to my lay, And take no more heed of my sheep; They have nothing to do but to stray ; I have nothing to do but to weep. Yet do...
Página 10 - THE heavy hours are almost past That part my Love and me; My longing eyes may hope, at last, Their only wish to see! ' But how, my DELIA ! will you meet The man you've lost so long...
Página xliv - Shakespeare would dream, The fairies by moonlight dance round his green bed For hallow'd the turf is which pillow'd his head.
Página lii - Where we will sit upon the rocks, And see the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses, And...
Página xcvii - THE Women all tell me, I'm false to my Lass ; That I quit my poor CHLOE, and stick to my Glass But to you, Men of Reason, my reasons I'll own ; And if you don't like them, why, let them alone ! Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare!

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