The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . Wilt thou ever, lovely Charmer, Still per--fift to tyrannize, to tyrannize? Can a Flame approach tojwarm Her, Who from Dan-ger ever flies, Still e-—ver flies? Circled in a Crowd of Lovers, Freely all you entertain; you, & a favourite Smile difcovers,Yet were pleasd to live in Pain, to live &c. i Thus, by Art your Sex exceeding, You indulge each vain Pretence; each vain &c.[Fops encourage by good Breeding, But approve the Man of Senfe, the Man &c. Long in Silence have I
The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . Wilt thou ever, lovely Charmer, Still per--fift to tyrannize, to tyrannize? Can a Flame approach tojwarm Her, Who from Dan-ger ever flies, Still e-—ver flies? Circled in a Crowd of Lovers, Freely all you entertain; you, & a favourite Smile difcovers,Yet were pleasd to live in Pain, to live &c. i Thus, by Art your Sex exceeding, You indulge each vain Pretence; each vain &c.[Fops encourage by good Breeding, But approve the Man of Senfe, the Man &c. Long in Silence have I waited, Trembling to difclofe my Love, difclofe &c>Fearful to be one you hated,Hopelefs youd my Flame approve, my &c. But,. 7f SONGS. But, believe me, charming Creature,Heavn defignd you kind as fair, you &c, Be then (for tis in your Nature)Kind, like him whofe Form you wear, whofc &c For the Flute. m «4— —- ^5 76 SONGS. Scotch SONG, calPJ9 O the Broom. Q the Broom, the bonny, bonny Broom,jThe Broom of Cow—den—knows : |I wifli I were with my dear Swain,) Milking my Daddys Ewes. How blith ilk Morn was I to fee The Swain come oer the Hill ?He leapd the Brook, and flew to me: I met him with good Will. He tund his Pipe and Reed fae fweet, The Burds fat liftning by :Een the dull Cattle ftood and gazd, Charmd with his Melody. I neither wanted Ew nor Lamb, While his Flock near me lay:He gatherd in my Sheep at Een, And cheard me a the Day. He SONGS. 77 He did oblige me evry Hour, CouM I but thankful be?He (law my Heart, coud I refufe Whatever he askd of me? While thus we fpent our Time by turns,Betwixt our Flocks and Play; I envyd not the faireft Dame,Tho neer fae rich and gay. Hard Fate that I fh
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