st in itinere:
Nam es ignara reditus?
Ut fugiunt pro tutamine!
Non egeat Rex Militibus_,
Viros supplebunt F[oe]minae.
_Haec quo Guaranto factitas,
Ambo dicas, Domine?
Sufficiat ut videas,
Quod pendet abdomine;
Educas, si vim habeat,
Tecum nolam certamina,
Pro ratione, voluntas stat_,
Virum supplebit F[oe]minae.
_Compressa me, ituro te,
Si placet, reddas nomina.
Sic ut reverso conjuge,
Illi declarem omnia_,
Ward _ducor Capitaneus,
Sat notus pro magnanime
Non egeat Rex milibus_,
Viros supplebunt F[oe]minae.
_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE.
[Music]
Love is a Bauble,
No Man is able,
To say, it is this, or 'tis that;
An idle Passion,
Of such a Fashion,
'Tis like I cannot tell what.
Fair in the Cradle,
Foul in the Saddle,
Always too cold, or too hot;
An errant Lyar,
Fed by Desire,
It is, and yet it is not.
Love is a Fellow,
Clad all in Yellow,
The Canker-worm of the Mind;
A privy Mischief,
And such a sly Thief,
No Man knows where him to find.
Love is a Wonder,
'Tis here, and 'tis yonder,
'Tis common to all Men, we know;
A very Cheater,
Ev'ry ones better,
Then hang him, and let him go.
_The same in_ LATIN.
_Amor est Pegma,
Merum AEnigma,
Quid sit nemo detegat:
Vesana Passio,
Cui nulla ratio,
Parem natura negat_.
_Cunis formosus,
Sella C[oe]nosus,
Calor, aut frigiditas:
Furens Libido,
Dicta cupido,
Est, & non est entitas_.
_Amor amasius,
Totus silaceus,
Est Eruca animi;
Deditus malis,
Ac praedo qualis,
Non inventus ullibi_.
_Hic & ubiq;
Compar utriq;
Ad stuporem agitat:
Nullus deterior,
Quovis superior,
In malam rem abeat._
_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL.
[Music]
Young _Strephon_ he has Woo'd me long,
And Courted me with Pipe and Song;
But I a silly, silly peevish Twit,
For want of Sense, for want of Wit,
Have phoo'd, and cry'd,
Have pish'd, and fy'd,
And play'd the fool, and lost my Time,
And almost slipp'd, and almost slipp'd,
And almost slipp'd my Maiden Prime.
But now I thank my gracious Heav'n,
I hope my faults are all forgiven;
I've struck the Bargain, eas'd my pain,
And am resolv'd to take my Swain:
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