ining:
Yet I am still Gay and Bold,
To be otherwise were a Folly;
Methinks my Blood is grown Cold,
I'll warm it then thus and be jolly,
Jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, jolly, _&c._
Methinks my Blood is grown cold,
Grown cold, grown cold, grown cold, _&c._
I'll warm it then thus and be jolly.

I find by the slighting Beau's,
That Nature is declining;
Yet will I not knit my Brows,
Nor end my Days in pining:
Let other Dames Fret and Scold,
As they pass to the Stygian Ferry;
You see, though I am grown Old,
My Temper is youthful and merry,
Merry, merry, merry, merry, _&c._
You see though I am grown old,
Grown old, grown old, grown old, _&c._
My Temper is youthful and merry.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ ANTHONY YOUNG.

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I Try'd in Parks and Plays to find,
An Object to appease my Mind;
But still in vain it does appear,
Since Fair _Hyrtuilia_ is not there:
In vain alass I hope for Ease,
Since none but She alone can please.

_A_ SONG; _the Words by Captain_ DANVERS, _Set by Mr._ T. WILLIS.

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Forgive me _Cloe_ if I dare
Your Conduct disapprove;
The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,
Not to Disdain, but Love;
Those nice pernicious Forms despise,
That cheat you of your Bliss;
Let Love instruct you to be wise,
Whilst Youth and Beauty is.

Too late you will repent the Time,
You lose by your Disdain;
The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime,
You'll ne'er retrieve again:
But when those Charms shall once decay,
And Lovers disappear;
Despair and Envy shall repay,
Your being now severe.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Rival Sisters, _Set by Mr._ Henry Purcell, _Sung by
Miss_ CROSS.

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How happy, how happy is she,
How happy, how happy is she,
That early, that early her Passion begins,
And willing, and willing with Love to agree,
Does not stay till she comes to her Teens:
Then, then she's all pure and Chast,
Then, then she's all pure and Chast,
Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd;
Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd,
And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd.

From Twenty to Thirty, and then
Set up for a Lover in vain;
By that time we study how Men,
May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain:
Love dwells where we meet with desire,
Desire which Nature has given:
She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire,
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