is Passion to withstand;
Cry'd, but it was faintly crying,
Pray take away your Hand:
_And something else_, &c.

Young _Coridon_ grown bolder,
The Minute would improve;
This is the Time he told her,
To shew you how I love;
_And something else_, &c.

The Nymph seem'd almost dying,
Dissolv'd in amorous Heat;
She kiss'd, and told him sighing,
My Dear your Love is great:
_And something else_, &c.

But _Phillis_ did recover
Much sooner than the Swain;
She blushing ask'd her Lover,
Shall we not Kiss again:
_And something else_, &c.

Thus Love his Revels keeping,
'Till Nature at a stand;
From talk they fell to Sleeping,
Holding each others Hand;
_And something else_, &c.

_The Amorous_ BARBER'S _Passion of Love for his Dear_ BRIDGET.

[Music]

With my Strings of small Wire lo I come,
And a Cittern made of Wood;
And a Song altho' you are Deaf and Dumb,
May be heard and understood.
_Dumb, dumb_----

Oh! take Pity on me, my Dear,
Me thy Slave, and me thy Vassal,
And be not Cruel, as it were,
Like to some strong and well built old Castle.
_Dumb, dumb_----

Lest as thou passest along the Street,
Braver every Day and braver;
Every one that does thee meet,
Will say there goes a Woman-shaver.
_Dumb, dumb_----

And again will think fit,
And to say they will determine;
There goes she that with Tongue killed Clip-Chops,
As a Man with his Thumbs kill Vermine.
_Dumb, dumb_----

For if thou dost then, farewel Pelf,
Farewel _Bridget_, for I vow I'll:
Either in my Bason hang my self,
Or drown me in my Towel,
_Dumb, dumb_----

_A_ BALLAD, _made by a Gentleman in_ Ireland, _who could not have
Access to a Lady whom he went to visit, because the Maid the Night
before had over-laid her pretty Bitch. To the Tune of_, O Hone, O
Hone.

[Music]

Oh! let no Eyes be dry,
_Oh Hone, Oh Hone_,
But let's lament and cry,
_Oh Hone, O Hone_,
We're quite undone almost,
For _Daphne_ on this Coast,
Has yielded up the Ghost,
_Oh Hone, O Hone_.

_Daphne_ my dearest Bitch,
_Oh Hone, O Hone_,
Who did all Dogs bewitch,
_Oh Hone_, &c.
Was by a careless Maid,
Pox take her for a Jade,
In the Night over-laid,
_Oh Hone_, &c.

Oh may she never more
_Oh Hone_, &c.
Sleep quietly, but snore,
_Oh Hone_, &c.
May never Irish Lad,
Sue for her Maiden-head,
Until it stinks I Gad,
_Oh Hone_, &c.

Oh may she never keep
_Oh Hone, Oh H