Wit and Mirth: or Pills to Purge Melancholy Volume VI Part 34

_A_ SONG.

_Tune of_ Oh! how happy's he. _Pag._ 104.

Ah! how happy's he, Lives from drinking free, Can enjoy his Humour, Paper and his Pen; Nor ensnar'd with Wine, Or some Wh.o.r.es design, But in harmless Sonnets thinking does ever mend; Prigs shall never vex him, Pox shall ne'er perplex him, If his Pocket's full, sits down and counts his Joy; If it be not so, Takes a Tune or two, 'Till by wise Content, his trouble does destroy.

When a Monarch reels, He his Thoughts conceals, Whether WHIG or _Tory_, never does express; With a sober Dose Of _Coffee_ funks his Nose, And reading all the News does leave the World to guess: But when his Noddle's full, O then he hugs his Soul, And homeward flush'd with Joy does trudge apace, When on Pillow laid, Then with Mind display'd Argues with himself the Queen and Nation's Case.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Had I but Love, I'd quit all Treasure, Had I but Love, I'd Envy none above: Camp and Court, Have no such Pleasure; Camp and Court, Have both such pretty Sport.

_Wo_. Let me alone, let me alone, Says the Fool, Or I'll cry out, Sir; _Man_. Prithee do, prithee do, With all my Soul, But you shan't stir.

Such is Love, And such is living, Such is Love, And such was mighty _Jove_: G.o.ds and Kings, Have both been contriving, G.o.ds and Kings, To catch these pretty things.

_Wo_. Let me go, what d'ye do, pray forbear, Ala.s.s I cannot bear it; _Man_. Hold your Tongue, hold your Tongue, Never fear you peevish Chit.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FRANK.

Love's Pa.s.sion never knew 'till this, A blissful Happiness like mine; With Joy now _Caelia_ crowns my wish, And _Cupid_ both our Hearts does joyn: With Joy now _Caelia_ crowns my wish.

And _Cupid_ both our Hearts does joyn.

Whene'er our Hearts dart fiery Beams, Fierce as the pangs of our Desires; The meeting Glances kindle flames More pure than fancyed fires: Then _Caelia_ let's no Pleasure want, To perfect the most happy State; The bliss you fear too soon to grant, You'll rather think enjoyed too late.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ ABELL.

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_Caelia_ be not too complying, Ease not soon a Lovers pain; Love increases by denying, Soon we leave what soon we gain.

Caelia _be not too complying_, &c.

If in Courtship you're delighting, And wou'd no Adorer loose; Let your looks be still inviting, But your Vertue still refuse.

_Let your looks be still inviting_, &c.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ ABELL.

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A Little Love may prove a Pleasure, Too great a Pa.s.sion is a Pain; When we our Flame by reason measure, Blest is our Fate, and light our Chain: Who then would long a Slave remain?

True Hearts are like a Fairy Treasure, Talk'd of, but ever sought in vain; A little Love may prove a Pleasure, Too great a Pa.s.sion is a Pain.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

When first I lay'd Siege to my _Chloris_, When first I lay'd Siege to my _Chloris_: Cannon Oaths I brought down, To batter the Town, And boom'd her with amorous Stories.

Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her, Billet deux like small Shot did so ply her; And sometimes a Song, Went whistling along, Yet still I was never the nigher.

At length she sent Word by a Trumpet, At length she sent Word by a Trumpet, That if I lik'd the Life, She would be my Wife, But she would be no Man's Strumpet.

I told her that _Mars_ wou'd ne'er Marry, I told her that _Mars_ wou'd ne'er Marry; I swore by my Scars, Got in Combates and Wars, That I'd rather dig Stones in a Quarry.

At length she granted the Favour, At length she granted the Favour; With the dull Curse, For better for worse, And saved the Parson the Labour.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Seignor_ BAPTIST.

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Why alas do you now leave me, You who vow'd a Love so true; Can you hope whilst you deceive me, Others will be just to you?

Oh you know what you forsake, You're pursuing, My undoing, But you know not what you take.

Is your fit of Pa.s.sion over, Will you Kill me dear unkind; Is your Heart then such a Rover, As no Vows, no Oaths can bind: Hear at least my last adieu, See me lying, See me dying, And remember 'tis for you.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ AKEROYDE.

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