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ficiently guarded from offending that charming delicacy of the sex, which every man must admire, and ought to respect. These were the luxuriances of an age, when the men of pleasure lavished wit and genius, as well as health and fortune, upon their diversions. Had they lived at a time when taste was more refined, and manners were less licentious, their natural gallantry would have restrained them from offering an outrage to those, whom they most wished for readers and admirers.

I hope I have now said enough to intimate for what class of readers this Work is calculated. The soft warbler, who fills up a vacancy of thought with a tune, in which the succession of words gives no idea but that of a succession of sounds, will here be much disappointed in meeting with the names of Prior, Congreve, and Landsdowne, instead of Arne, Brent, and Tenducci. The midnight roarer of coarse jest and obscenity will be still farther out of his element. But to those who are enamoured with that sacred art, which beyond every other elevates and refines the soul, to whom the sprightly lyre of Horace and Anacreon, and the melting music of Sappho still sound, though ages have passed since they vibrated on the ear, I will venture to promise a source of enjoyment, from the Works of those great masters whose names adorn this Collection, which I hope they will not think too dearly purchased by the perusal of such introductory matter as is submitted to their candid examination.


A. Chieftain to the Highlands bound - - 29t

A nymph of every charm possess'd - . - got

Ah! Chloris could I now but sit - - - 222

Ah! cruel maid how hast thou chang'd - - 279

Ah! how sweet it is to love - 328

Ah! the shepherd's mournful fate - - 103

Ah! why must words my flame reveal - 110

Alexis shunn'd his fellow swains -. - - 6T

All in the Downs the fleet was inoor'd - 58

All my past life is mine no more ... 203

An amorous swain to Juno pray'd ... 206

As Amoret with Phyllis sat - - - - 150

As Ariana, young and fair, - - - 235

As Granville's soft numbers tune Myra's just praise 316

As near a weeping spring reclin'd - - - 116

As on a summer's day - • - - 65

As the snow in vallies lying ... gl8

Ask if yon damask rose be sweet - . .. . 326

Ask me why I send you here - - 348

Ask'st thou how long my love shall stay - 280 Aspasia rolls her sparkling eyes - - - 254

At Cynthia's feet I pray'd, I wept - 238

Away, let nought to love displeasing - - 159 Away with these self-loving lads - - 264

Bid me when forty winters more - - - 152

Blest as th'immortal gods is he - - - 101 Boast not, mistaken swain, thy art - 188

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