to the Ale-house go,
And wash down all my Sorrow;
My Griefs you there shall know,
And we'll meet again to morrow,
Gossip _Joan_.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ Jer. Clark.

[Music]

I'm vext to think that _Damon_ wooes me,
Who with Sighs and Tears pursues me;
He still whining and repining,
Of my Rigour does complain:
I'd not see him, yet wou'd free him,
And my self, my self from pain:
I'll enjoy him, and so cloy him,
Love cures Love, more, more than Disdain.

_A_ SONG, _by Mr._ Burkhead.

[Music]

Claspt in my dear _Melinda's_ Arms,
Soft engaging, oh how she Charms;
Graces more divine,
In her Person shine,
Then _Venus_ self cou'd ever boast.

In the softest Moments of Love,
Melting, Panting, oh how she moves;
Come, come, come my Dear,
Now we've nought to fear,
Mortal sure was never so blest,
Come, come, come, _&c._

Pray don't trifle, my dearest forbear,
I shall die with Transports I fear;
Clasp me fast my Life,
'Twill more Pleasure give,
Both our stocks of Love let's Joyn,
Clasp me, _&c._

Now our Souls are charm'd in Bliss,
Raptures flow from every Kiss;
Words cannot reveal,
The fierce Joys I feel,
'Tis too much to bear and live,
Words cannot, _&c._

_A_ SONG, _in the_ Play _call'd the Ladies Fine Aires: Sung by Mr._
Pack, _in the Figure of a_ Bawd. _Set by Mr._ Barrett.

[Music]

How happy are we,
Who from thinking are free,
That curbing Disease o'the Mind:
Can indulge every Tast,
Love where we like best,
Not by dull Reputation confin'd.

When we're young fit to toy,
Gay Delights we enjoy,
And have crowds of new Lovers wooing;
When we're old and decay'd,
We procure for the Trade,
Still in ev'ry Age we're doing.

If a Cully we meet,
We spend what we get,
E'ery day for the next never think:
When we dye where we go,
We have no Sense to know,
For a Bawd always dyes in her drink.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FORCER.

[Music]

Farewel my useless Scrip,
And poor unheeded Flocks;
No more you'll round me trip,
Nor cloath me with your Locks:
Feed by yon purling Stream,
Where _Jockey_, where _Jockey_ first I knew:
I only think, I only think, I only think on him,
I cannot, cannot, cannot think on you.

Farewel each Shepherdess,
The bonny Lads adieu;
May each his Wish possess,