vertheless,
My passion's in vain:
I pity my Darling,
I pity my Darling,
Young _Philip_ in _Spain_.

I am out of my Wits,
If e'er I had any;
My Foes they are many,
Which plagues me by fits,
In _Flanders_ and _Spain_:
I'm sick at my Heart,
To think we must part,
With what we enjoy'd,
Towns, Castles, are taken,
Towns, Castles, are taken,
My Troops are destroy'd.

I am I declare,
In a weak Condition,
Go call my Physician,
And let him prepare
Some comfort with speed,
Without all delay,
Assist me I pray,
And hear my Complaint,
A Dram of the Bottle,
A Dram of the Bottle,
Or else I shall faint.

Should I slip my Breath,
At this dreadful Season,
I think it but Reason,
I should lay my Death,
To the daring Foes,
Whose Fire and Smoak,
Has certainly broke,
The Heart in my Breast:
Oh! bring me a Cordial,
Oh! bring me a Cordial,
And lay me to Rest.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Captain_ PACK.

[Music]

Would you be a Man in Fashion?
Would you lead a Life Divine?
Take a little Dram of Passion, (a little dram of Passion)
In a lusty Dose of Wine
If the Nymph has no Compassion,
Vain it is to sigh and groan:
Love was but put in for Fashion,
Wine will do the Work alone.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ THO. FARMER.

[Music]

Though the Pride of my Passion fair _Sylvia_ betrays,
And frowns at the Love I impart;
Though kindly her Eyes twist amorous Rays,
To tye a more fortunate Heart:
Yet her Charms are so great, I'll be bold in my Pain,
His Heart is too tender,
Too tender, that's struck with Disdain.

Still my Heart is so just to my Passionate Eyes,
It dissolves with Delight while I gaze:
And he that loves on, though _Sylvia_ denies,
His Love but his Duty obeys:
I no more can refrain her neglects to pursue,
Than the force, the force
Of her Beauty can cease to subdue.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

When first I fair _Celinda_ knew,
Her Kindness then was great:
Her Eyes I cou'd with Pleasure view,
And friendly Rays did meet:
In all Delights we past the time,
That could Diversion move;
She oft would kindly hear me Rhime
Upon some others Love:
_She oft would kindly hear me Rhime,_
_Upon some others Love._

But ah! at last I grew too bold,
Prest by my growing Flame;
For when my Passion I had told,
She hated ev'n my Name:
Thus I that cou'd her Friendship boast,
And did her Love pursue;
And taught Contentment at the cost