ting their suit:
Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,
And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains;
For these thought to have her for whistling for,
They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains.
And to the pretender to make her surrender,
By singing no favour she'll show;
For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice,
For a politick reason you know.

_A_ SONG.

[Music: The King is gone to _Oxon_ Town,
with all his might and main a;
the Nobles they attending on,
with all their gallant train a:
The May'r of the Town in his Furr Gown,
gave the King such a thing, the like was never seen;
_A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves_,
made of the Stags good Leather:
_A pair of gloves I say, a pair of Gloves_,
to keep his hands from the Weather;
Nay, some do say they gave him Gold,
_That's a lye, then said I_,
as soon as I heard it told;
for why shou'd they go give their Gold away,
to him that has so much of his own a?]

_A_ SONG _in_ Love's a Jest. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES. _Sung by Mrs._
HUDSON.

[Music]

Mortal's learn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Now the Hours invite comply,
Whilst you idly pass they flye:
Blest whilst a nimble pace they keep,
But in torment, in torment when they creep.
Mortals learn your Lives to measure,
Not by length of Time, but Pleasure;
Soon your Spring must have a fall,
Losing Youth is losing all;
Then you'll ask, but none will give,
And may linger, but not live.

_A_ SONG, _in the Play call'd_ Self-Conceit: _Or_, The Mother made a
Property. _Set by Mr._ John Eccles. _Sung by Mrs._ Bowman.

[Music]

Oh! the mighty pow'r of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The harmless Swain is ever blest,
Beneath some silent, shady Grove;
Until some Nymph invade his Breast,
And disapprove his eager Love.

Oh! the mighty power of Love,
What Art against such Force can move;
The Greatest Hero who in Arms,
Has gain'd a thousand Victories:
Submits to _Caelia's_ brighter Charms,
And dreads a killing from her Eyes.

_A_ SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ HUDSON, _in the Play call'd_ Love Triumphant:
_Or_, Nature will prevail. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES.

What state of Life can be so blest,
As Love that warms a Lover's Breast;
Two Souls in one the same desire,
To grant the Bliss and to require:
Bu