The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . you never eafe my Pain? Muft I dye for mi ev—ry Feature? Mufti al~ ways love in vain ? The Defire of Admiration, Is the Pleafure you purfue;Frythee try a lafting PalTion; Such a Love as mine for you. Tears and Sighing coud not move you; For a Lover ought to dare:When I plainly told I lovd you, Then you faid I went too far. Are fuch giddy Ways befeeming ? Will my Dear be fickle ftill?Conqueft is the Joy of Women; Let their Slaves be what they will Your SONGS. Your Negled with
The musical miscellany : being a collection of choice songs, set to the violin and flute, by the most eminent masters . you never eafe my Pain? Muft I dye for mi ev—ry Feature? Mufti al~ ways love in vain ? The Defire of Admiration, Is the Pleafure you purfue;Frythee try a lafting PalTion; Such a Love as mine for you. Tears and Sighing coud not move you; For a Lover ought to dare:When I plainly told I lovd you, Then you faid I went too far. Are fuch giddy Ways befeeming ? Will my Dear be fickle ftill?Conqueft is the Joy of Women; Let their Slaves be what they will Your SONGS. Your Negled with Torment fills me,And my defperate Thoughts increafe Pray confider, if you kill me,You will have a Lover lefs. If your wandring Hearrts beatingFor new Lovers, let it be: But, when you have done Coquetting,Name a Day, and fix on mc. For the Flut if. SONGS,the FAITHFUL LOVER. The laftTimel cam e oer m — theP= 1 Moor, i V-/ left my Love be—hind me; YePowrs! what Pain do I- en-dure, When foft I- de as mind me ? Soon as the ruddy Morn difplayd The beamingDay en—fu-ing, I met be-times my Love~ly Maid, In fit Re-. SONGS. Beneath the cooling Shade we lay, Gazing, and chaftly fporting;We kifsd, and promised Time away, Till Night fpread her black pityd all beneath the Skies, Evn Kings, when (he was nigh mc:In Raptures I beheld her Eyes, Which could but ill deny me. ShouM I be calld where Cannons roar, Where mortal Steel may wound me;Or caft upon fome foreign Shore, Where Dangers may furround me:Yet Hopes again to fee my Love, To feaft on glowing Kifles,Shall make my Cares at Diftance move, In ProfpeS of fuch Blifles. In all my Soul, theres not one Place To let a Rival enter;Since flie excels in evry Grace, In her my Love ftiall the Seas fhall ceafe to flow, Their Waves the Alps fhall cover,On Greenland Ice ftiall Rofes grow, Before I ceafe to love her. 144 SONGS. The next Time I go oer the Moor, She fhall a Lover find me;And that my Faith is firm and pure,
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