l, Devil, Devil go for
_Strephon_;
Stop my Vitals, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop my Vitals.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ John Weldon.

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Swain thy hopeless Passion smother,
Perjur'd _Caelia_ loves another;
In his Arms I saw her lying,
Panting, Kissing, Trembling, Dying:
There the Fair deceiver swore,
As once she did to you before.

Oh! said you, when She deceives me,
When that Constant Creatures leave me;
_Isis_ Waters back shall fly,
And leave their _Ouzy_ Channels dry:
Turn your Waters, leave your Shore,
For perjur'd _Caelia_ loves no more.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd the_ BITER, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles,
_and Sung by Mr._ Cook.

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_Chloe_ blush'd and frown'd and swore,
And push'd me rudely from her;
I call'd her Faithless, Jilting Whore,
To talk to me of Honour:
But when I rose and wou'd be gone,
She cry'd nay, whither go ye?
Young _Damon_ saw, now we're alone,
Do, do, do what you will, do what you will with _Chloe_:
Do what you will, what you will, what you will with _Chloe_,
Do what you will, what you will, what you will with _Chloe_.

_A_ SONG _in_ Rinaldo _and_ Armida: _Set by Mr._ John Eccles. _Sung by
Mr._ Gouge.

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The Jolly, Jolly Breeze,
That comes whistling through the Trees;
From all the blissful Regions brings,
Perfumes upon its spicy Wings:
With its wanton motion curling,
Curling, curling, curling the crystal Rills,
Which down, down, down, down the Hills,
Run, run, run, run, run o'er Golden gravel purling.

_A_ SONG _on the_ Punch Bowl. _To the foregoing Tune._

The Jolly, Jolly Bowl,
That does quench my thirsty Soul;
When all the mingling Juice is thrown,
Perfum'd with fragrant Goar Stone:
With it's wanton Toast too, curling,
Curling, curling, curling, curling the Nut-brown Riles,
Which down, down, down, down by the Gills,
Run through ruby Swallows purling.

_The_ PROLOGUE _in the_ Island-Princess, _Set and Sung by Mr._
LEVERIDGE.

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You've been with dull Prologues here banter'd so long,
They signify nothing, or less than a Song;
To sing you a Ballad this Tune we thought fit,
For Sound has oft nickt you, when Sence could not hit:
Then Ladies be kind, and Gentlemen mind,
Wit Capers, play Sharpers, loud Bullies, tame Cullies,
Sow grumblers, Wench Fumblers give ear ev'ry Man:
Mobb'd Sinners in Pinners, kept Foppers, Bench-hoppers,
High-Flyers, Pit-Plyers, be still if you can:
You're all in Da