l;
He could not speak, nor I could not discover,
What my poor aking Heart was so loath to conceal:
Till the Strength of his Passion his Fear had remov'd,
Then we mutually talk'd, and we mutually lov'd.

Groves for Umbrella's did kindly o'er-shade us,
From _Phoebus_ hot rages, who like envy in strove;
Had not kind Fate this Provision made us,
All the Nymphs of the Air would have envy'd our Love:
But we stand below Envy that ill-natur'd Fate,
And above cruel Scorn is happy Estate.

_A_ SONG.

_Set to Musick by Mr._ John Eccles.

[Music]

As _Cupid_ roguishly one Day,
Had all alone stole out to play;
The _Muses_ caught the little, little, little Knave,
And captive Love to Beauty gave:
The _Muses_ caught the little, little, little Knave,
And captive Love to Beauty gave:
The laughing Dame soon miss'd her Son,
And here and there, and here and there,
And here and there distracted run;
Distracted run, and here and there,
And here and there, and here and there distracted run:
And still his Liberty to gain, his Liberty to gain,
Offers his Ransom,
But in vain, in vain, in vain;
The willing, willing Prisoner still hugs his Chain,
And Vows he'll ne'er be free,
And Vows he'll ne'er be free,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no he'll ne'er be free again,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
No, no, no, no, no he'll ne'er be free again.

_Old_ SOLDIERS.

[Music]

Of old Soldiers, the Song you would hear,
And we old Fidlers have forgot who they were,
But all we remember shall come to your Ear,
_That we are old Soldiers of the Queens,_
_And the Queens old Soldiers._

With the _Old Drake_, that was the next Man
To _Old Franciscus_, who first it began,
To sail through the Streights of _Magellan_,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

That put the proud _Spanish Armado_ to wrack,
And Travell'd all o'er the old World, and came back,
In his old Ship, laden with Gold and old Sack,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old Cavendish_, that seconded him,
And taught his old Sails the same Passage to swim,
And did them therefore with Cloth of Gold Trim,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

Like an _Old Rawleigh_, that twice and again,
Sailed over most part of the _Seas_, and then
Travell'd all o'er the World with his Pen,
_Like an old Soldier_, &c.

With an _Old John Norris_, the General,
That at old _Gaunt_, made his Fame Immortal,
In spight of his Foes, with no