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SONG XL.

BY AARON HILL ESQ

ENTLE Love, this hour befriend me,

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To my eyes refign thy dart;

Notes of melting mufic lend me,
To diffolve a frozen heart.

Chill, as mountain fnow, her bofom;
Though I tender language ufe,
"Tis by cold indifference frozen,
To my arms, and to my mufe.

See! my dying eyes are pleading,
Where a breaking heart appears:
For thy pity interceding,

With the eloquence of tears.

While the lamp of life is fading,
And beneath thy coldness dies,
Death my ebbing foul invading,
Take my foul into thy eyes.

SONG XLI.

CONSTANCY.

BY THE EARL OF ROCHESTER.

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Cannot change, as others do,

Though you unjustly scorn:
Since that poor fwain that fighs for you,
For you alone was born.

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No, Phillis, no, your heart to move,
A furer way I'll try:

And to revenge my flighted love,

Will ftill love on and die.

When, kill'd with grief, Amyntas lies;

And you to mind fhall call, The fighs that now unpitied rife,

The tears that vainly fall:

That welcome hour that ends this fmart,

Will then begin your pain;

For fuch a faithful tender heart
Can never break in vain.

SONG XLII.

BY MRS. PILKINGTON.

O melancholy thoughts a prey,
With love and grief oppreft;
To peace a ftranger all the day,
And all the night to reft.

For thee, difdainful fair, I pine,
And wake the tender figh;
By that obdurate heart of thine,
My balmy bleffings fly.

O look to yon celeftial sphere,
Where fouls in rapture glow,

And dread to want that mercy there,
Which you refus'd below.

VOL. I.

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For though the Muses should prove kind,
And fill our empty brain;
Yet if rough Neptune rouse the wind

To wave the azure main,

Our paper, pen, and ink, and we,
Roll up and down our fhips at fea.
With a fa, &c.

Then if we write not by each pok,
Think not we are unkind;
Nor yet conclude our ships are loft
By Dutchmen or by wind:

Our tears we'll fend a speedier way,

The tide shall bring them twice a day.
With a fa, &c.

*« Written at sea, in the firâ Dutch war, 1665, the night before an engagement."

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The King, with wonder and surprise,
Will fwear the feas grow bold;
Because the tides will higher rife,
Than e'er they did of old :
But let him know it is our tears

Bring floods of grief to Whitehall stairs.
With a fa, &c.

Should foggy Opdam chance to know
Our fad and dismal story;

The Dutch would fcorn fo weak a foe,

And quit their fort at Goree :

For what refiftance can they find

From men who've left their hearts behind?
With a fa, &c.

Let wind and weather do its worst,

Be you to us but kind;

Let Dutchmen vapour, Spaniards curfe,

No forrow we shall find:

"Tis then no matter how things go,

Or who's our friend, or who's our foe.
With a fa, &c.

To pass our tedious hours away,
We throw a merry main;
Or elfe at serious ombre play;
But why should we in vain
Each others ruin thus pursue ?

We were undone when we left you.

With a fa, &c.

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But

But now our fears tempeftuous grow,
And caft our hopes away;
Whilft you, regardless of our woe,
Sit careless at a play :

Perhaps permit fome happier man
To kifs your hand, or flirt your fan.

With a fa, &c.

When any

mournful tune you hear,

That dies in every note;

As if it figh'd with each man's care,

For being fo remote:

Think then how often love we've made

To you, when all thofe tunes were play'd.

With a fa, &c.

In justice you cannot refuse,

To think of our diftrefs;

When we for hopes of honour lofe
Our certain happiness ;

All thofe defigns are but to prove
Ourfelves more worthy of your love.
With a fa, &c.

And now we've told you all our loves,
And likewise all our fears;
In hopes this declaration moves
Some pity for our tears:

Let's hear of no inconftancy,

We have too much of that at fea.

With a fa, la, la, la, la.

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