g Look.

For then from Fate by Rapture born,
And taken from your Arms;
The Heart thus rescued from your Scorn,
I'll offer to your Charms:
Love's eager Rites, I'll then pursue,
And Sacrificing dye;
Altar and Beauteous Goddess you,
And Priest, and Victim I.

_The good Fellow's Resolve_: _Tune_ as _May_ was in her youthful
Dress. _Vol._ 3. _P._ 199.

Now I'm resolv'd to Love no more,
But Sleep by Night, and Drink by Day;
Your Coyness _Chloris_ pray give o'er,
And turn your tempting Eyes away:
I'll place no happiness of mine,
On fading Beauty still to court;
And say she's glorious and divine,
When there's in Drinking better sport.

Love has no more Prerogative,
To make me desperate Courses take;
Nor me of _Bacchus_ Joys deprive,
For them I _Venus_ will forsake:
Despise the feeble Nets she lays,
And scorn the Man she can o'ercome;
In Drinking we see happy Days,
But in a fruitless Passion none.

'Tis Wine alone that cheers the Soul,
But Love and Women make us sad;
I'm merry while I court the Bowl,
Whilst he that Courts his Madam's mad.
Then fill it up Boys to the brim,
Since in it we refreshment find;
Come here's a Bumper unto him,
That courts good Wine, not Woman-kind.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FRANK.

[Music]

When crafty Fowlers would surprize,
The harmonious Lark that soars on high
It is by glancing in his Eyes,
The Sun-shine Rays which draws him nigh:
_It is by_, &c.

Charm'd with Reflections from the Glase,
He flies with eager hasty speed;
Ceasing the Musick of his Lays,
Into the Nets the Fowler spread.

So when _Clemelia_ would obtain,
The Prey her Fancy most desires;
She spreads her Dress like Nets in vain,
And all her Youthful gay attires.

'Till watching Opportunity,
She throws an Amorous charming Glance,
Then to her Net the Youth does flie,
And lies entangled in a Trance.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Dr._ BLOW.

[Music]

Boasting Fops who court the Fair,
For the Fame of being lov'd;
You who daily prating are
Of the Hearts your Charms have mov'd,
Still be vain in talk and dress,
But while Shadows you pursue;
Own that some who boast it less,
May be blest as much as you.

Love and Birding are Ally'd,
Baits and Nets alike they have;
The same Arts in both are try'd,
The unwary to insla