The bright bewitching Cloe's eyes, The evening freak'd, like an apple, so fair, The mind of a woman can never be known, 30 224 74 102 The old coquet, whom time, in vain, There was an a Swain full fair, The tuneful lark, who from her nest, They tell us that you, mighty pow'rs above, Tho' ladies look gay, when of beauty they boast, Tho' women, 'tis true, are but tender, Three nymphs glad Damon's heart reviv'd, Thyrfis, afflicted with love and despair, Thyrfis, a youth of the inspired train, 168 4 81 242 140 194 96 160 202 231 19 216 50 34 20 To the brook, and the willow, Transform'd, in female shape, both old and lame, Twas down in a meadow I chanc'd for to pass, V VAINLY now ye firive to charm me, WANTON Cloe, young and charming, What a fad fate is mine! What can we poor females do, What-e'er I do, where-e'er I go, What gars the foulish mayde complain, What man in his wits had not rather be poor, 35 54 What tho' they call me country lafs, 121 Whence comes it, neighbour Dick, When Cloe was by Damon feen, 258 When Daphne first her shepherd saw, 239 When deceitful lovers lay 64 When When first I faw the bright Aurelia's eyes, When the rofe is in bud, and the violets blow, Who has e'er been at Paris, Why, Damon, why, why, why so pressing? Why shou'd men quarrel here, where all poffefs, Wine rejecting, With every lady in the land Woman, thoughtless, giddy creature! Wou'd you gain the tender creature, YE beaus of pleasure, Te commons and peers, Y 184 88 70 68 236 262 172 95 42 53 229 85 33 79 252 199 198 195 41 200 105 2 6 223 219 Te fair injur d nymphs, and ye beaus who deceive 'em, 65 Te knights of la Mancha, whofe powerful sword, 118 Te nymphs of Britain, to whofe eyes 86 Te shepherds and nymphs, that adorn the gay plain, 82 Young Philander woo'd me long, 18 125 200 A COL A COLLECTION OF SONGS. F To FORTUN E. OR ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove And when we meet a mutual heart, Bid us figh on from day to day, But bufy, bufy ftill art thou, VOL. IV. B For For once, O Fortune! hear my pray'r, And I abfolve thy future care; All other wishes I refign, Make but the dear Amanda mine. W° The DECLAIMER. OMAN, thoughtlefs, giddy creature! Most fantastic work of nature! Still, like fancy, on the wing. Slave to ev'ry changing paffion, Fond of ev'ry foolish fashion; Lovely trifle! dear illufion! Conq'ring weakness! wish'd-for pain! Man's chief glory and confufion, Of all vanity most vain! Thus, deriding beauty's pow'r, Eut in lefs than half an hour, No T No Time like the Prefent. ELL mc, Cloe, why has nature Been fo partial to your form? Why in beauty deck'd each feature? Think you 'twas to aid your scorn? No, mistaken charming woman, Then no longer doat on pow'r, Time, tho' flowly, is approaching, 'Stead of love will cause our loathing, Spread with Then while weakly, vainly prating, |