y.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ Pelham Humphreys.

[Music]

A Wife I do hate,
For either she's False, or she's Jealous;
But give me a Mate,
Who nothing will ask us or tell us:
She stands at no Terms,
Nor Chaffers by way of Indenture:
Or Loves for the Farms,
But takes the kind Man at a Venture.

If all prove not right,
Without an Act, Process or Warning,
From Wife for a Night,
You may be divorc'd the next Morning,
Where Parents are Slaves,
Their Brats can't be any other;
Great Wits and great Braves,
Have always a Punk to their Mother.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Tell me ye _Sicilian_ Swains,
Why this Mourning's o'er your Plains;
Where's your usual Melody?
Why are all your Shepherds mad,
And your Shepherdesses sad?
What can the mighty meaning be?
_Chorus._ _Sylvia_ the Glory of our Plains;
_Sylvia_ the Love of all our Swains;
That blest us with her Smiles:
Where ev'ry Shepherd had a Heart,
And ev'ry Shepherdess a Part;
Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle,
Slights our Gods, and leaves our Isle.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

When gay _Philander_ left the Plain,
The Love, the Life of ev'ry Swain;
His Pipe the mournful _Strephon_ took,
By some sad Bank and murm'ring Brook:
Whilst list'ning Flocks forsook their Food,
And Melancholy by him stood;
On the cold Ground himself he laid,
And thus the Mournful Shepherd play'd.

Farewel to all that's bright and gay,
No more glad Night and chearing Day;
No more the Sun will gild our Plain,
'Till the lost Youth return again:
Then every pensive Heart that now,
With Mournful Willow shades his Brow;
Shall crown'd with chearful Garlands sing,
And all shall seem Eternal Spring.

Say, mighty _Pan_, if you did know,
Say all ye rural Gods below;
'Mongst all Youths that grac'd your Plain,
So gay so beautiful a Swain:
In whose sweet Air and charming Voice,
Our list'ning Swains did all Rejoyce;
Him only, O ye Gods! restore
Your Nymphs, and Shepherds ask no more.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ THO. KINGSLEY.

[Music]

How Happy's the Mortal whose Heart is his own,
And for his own Quiet's beholden to none,
(_Eccho._ Beholden to none, to none;)
That to Love's Enchantments ne'er lendeth an Ear,
Which a Frown or a Smile can equally bear,
(_Eccho._ Can equally bear, can bear,)
Nor on ev'ry frail Beauty still fixes an Eye,
But from those sly Felons doth prudently fly,
(_Eccho._ Doth pru