o great Passion sues 'em:
When Men Whine too much in Wooing,
Women with like Coquets use 'em:
Some by this way of addressing
Have the Sex so far transported,
That they'll fool away the Blessing
For the Pride of being Courted.

Jilt and smile when we adore 'em,
While some Blockhead buys the Favour;
Presents have more Power o'er 'em
Than all our soft Love and Labour,
Thus, like Zealots, with screw'd Faces,
We our fooling make the greater,
While we cant long winded Graces,
Others they fall to the Creature.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ DAMASENE.

[Music]

Cease lovely _Strephon_, cease to charm;
Useless, alas! is all this Art;
It's needless you should strongly arm,
To take a too, too willing Heart:
I hid my weakness all I could,
And chid my pratling tell-tale Eyes,
For fear the easie Conquest should
Take from the value of the Prize.

But oh! th' unruly Passion grew
So fast, it could not be conceal'd,
And soon, alas! I found to you
I must without Conditions yield,
Tho' you have thus surpriz'd my Heart,
Yet use it kindly, for you know,
It's not a gallant Victor's part
To insult o'er a vanquish'd Foe.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ DAMASENE.

[Music]

You happy Youths, whose Hearts are free
From Love's Imperial Chain,
Henceforth be warn'd and taught by me,
And taught by me to avoid inchanting Pain,
Fatal the Wolves to trembling Flocks,
Sharp Winds to Blossoms prove:
To careless Seamen, hidden Rocks;
To human quiet Love.

Fly the Fair-Sex, if Bliss you prize,
The Snake's beneath the Flow'r:
Whoever gaz'd on Beauties Eyes,
That tasted Quiet more?
The Kind with restless Jealousie,
The Cruel fill with Care;
With baser Falshood those betray,
These kill us with Despair.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Dr._ STAGGINS.

[Music]

When first _Amyntas_ charm'd my Heart,
The heedless Sheep began to stray;
The Wolves soon stole the greatest part,
And all will now be made a Prey:
Ah! let not Love your Thoughts possess,
'Tis fatal to a Shepherdess;
The dangerous Passion you must shun,
Or else like me, be quite undone.

A SONG.

_Set by Mr._ RICHARD CROONE.

[Music]

How happy and free is the resolute Swain,
That denies to submit to the Yoak of the Fair;
Free from Excesses of Pleasure and Pain,
Neither dazl'd with Hope, nor deprest with Despair.
He's safe from Disturbance, and calmly enjoys
All the Pleasures of Love, without Clam