Arm your self with Resolution,
Cry'd the most revengeful he;
We'll contrive her Swains Confusion,
Let him fall as much as we.

Several Punishments they Invented,
For to Torture helpless he;
All revengeful, ne'er contented,
Cruel to a vast Degree:
One more envious in the rear,
Thus his Sentiments let slip;
Make him like the Cavalier,

And for the Opera him Equip.

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A Scotch SONG in the Play call'd Love at first Sight: Set by the late Mr. JER. CLARK.

TH

HE Rosey Morn lukes blith and Gay,
The Lads and Lasses on the Plain;
Her bonny, bonny sports pass o'er the Day,
And leave poor Fenny tol complain :
My Sawndy's grown a faithless Loon,
And given, given Moggy that wild Heart;
Which eance he swore was aw my own,
But now weese me I've scarce a part.

Gang thy gate then perjur'd Sawndy,
Ise nea mere will Mon believe;
Wou'd Ise nere had trusted any,
They faw Thieves will aw deceive:
But gin ere Ise get mere Lovers,
Ise Dissemble as they do;

For since Lads are grown like Rovers,
Pray why may na Lasses too.

The Restauration : Or the Coventry SONG.

1710.

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HE Restauration now's the Word,
A blessed Revolution;

That has secur'd the Church, the Crown,
And England's Constitution;

May ev'ry Loyal Soul rejoice,

May Whigs and Canters mourn, Sir;

Who ever thought that Coventry,
Shou'd make a due Return, Sir.

We Rally'd the Church-Militant,

And fell to work ding-dong, Sir;
Craven and Gery are the Names,
That do adorn our Song, Sir:

Beau

Beaufort, Ormond, Rochester,

And more than we can tell, Sir ;
Are Themes that well deserve the Pen,
Of brave Sacheverell, Sir.

The glorious Sons of Warwickshire,
May justly be commended;
There's ne'er a Member now Elect,

That ever has offended:
Denbigh and Craven we esteem,
A Loyal Noble pair, Sir;
And hope to see our worthy Friend,
Great Bromly in the Chair, Sir.

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A SONG.

UCH an happy, happy Life,
Ne'er had any other Wife';

As the loose Corinna knows,
Between her Spark,

Her Spark and Spouse:

The Husband lies and winks his Eyes,

The valiant makes Addresses,

The wanton Lady soon complies,

With tenderest Caresses.

The Wife is pleas'd,

The Husband eas'd,

The Lover made a drudge,

His Body's drain'd, his Pocket's squeez'd; And who'll his Pleasure grudge,

Such an happy, &c.

Corinna's gay,

As Flow'rs in May,

And struts with slanting Ayre ;

The Lovers for her Pride doth pay,

The Cuckold's free from Care,

Such an happy, &c.

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COLLIN's Complaint.

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ESPAIRING besides a clear stream,
A Shepherd forsaken was laid;

DESPAIRING besides

And whilst a false Nymph was his Theme,
A Willow supported his Head:
The Winds that blew over the Plain,
To his Sighs with a Sigh did reply ;
And the Brook in return of his Pain,
Ran mournfully murmuring by.

Alas silly Swain that I was,
Thus sadly complaining he cry'd ;
When first I beheld that fair Face,
'Twere better by far I had dy'd:

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