our and Noise.

Poor Shepherds in vain their Affections reveal,
To a Nymph that is peevish, proud sullen and coy;
Vainly do Virgins their Passions conceal,
For they boil in their Grief, 'till themselves they destroy,
And thus the poor Darling lies under a Curse:
To be check'd in the Womb, or o'erlaid by the Nurse.

_A_ SONG.

_Sung by Mrs._ Cross _in the_ Mock-Astrologer, _Set by Mr._ RAMONDON.

[Music]

Why so pale and wan fond Lover?
Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale:
Will, when looking well can't move her,
Looking Ill, looking ill prevail?
Why so dull and mute young Sinner?
Prithee, prithee why so mute;
Will, when speaking well can't win her,
Saying nothing, nothing do't?
Quit, quit for shame, this will not move,
This cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot take her;
If of her self she will not love,
Nothing can, nothing can make her,
The Devil, the Devil, the Devil, the Devil take her.

_A_ SONG _occasioned by a Lady's wearing a Patch upon a becoming place
on her Face. Set by Mr._ John Weldon.

[Music]

That little Patch upon your Face
Wou'd seem a Foil on one less Fair,
Wou'd seem a Foil, wou'd seem a Foil,
Wou'd seem a Foil on one less Fair:
On you it hides a charming Grace,
And you in Pity, you in Pity,
You in Pity plac'd it there;
On you it hides a Charming Grace,
And you in Pity, you in Pity,
In Pity plac'd it there.
_And you in Pity, Pity,_
_And you in Pity plac'd it there._

_A_ SONG.

_Set and Sung by Mr._ LEVERIDGE _at the_ THEATER.

[Music]

_Iris_ beware when _Strephon_ pursues you,
'Tis but to boast a Conquest won:
All his Designs are aim'd to undo you,
Break off the Love he has begun:
When he's Addressing, and prays for the Blessing,
Which none but his _Iris_ can give alone;
O then beware, 'tis all to undo you,
'Tis but to boast a Conquest won:
She that's believing, while he is deceiving,
Like many already, will be undone;
_Iris_ beware when _Strephon_ pursues you,
'Tis but to boast a Conquest won.

_A_ SONG.

_Set by Mr._ RAMONDON, _Sung at the_ Theatre.

[Music]

How charming _Phillis_ is, how Fair,
How charming _Phillis_ is, how Fair,
O that she were as willing,
To ease my wounded Heart of Care,
And make her Eyes less killing;
To ease my wounded Heart of Care,
And make her Eyes less killing;
To ease my wounded Heart of Care,
And make her Eyes less killing;
To ease my wounded He