And to that Wish be true:
Your Oaten Pipes cou'd please,
But _Jockey_ then was kind;
Your bonny Tunes may cease,
The Lad has chang'd his Mind.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FRANK.

[Music]

Ere _Phillis_ with her looks did kill,
My Heart resisting,
My Heart resisting them was ill;
Now in its Wounds it finds a Cure,
When most they bleed, I least endure.

For tho' 'tis Death those looks to meet,
There's Life in dying at her feet;
Kill _Phillis_ then, kill with your Eyes,
If you let _Strephon_ live he dyes.

_A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ KING.

[Music]

Not your Eyes _Melania_ move me,
Not your flowring Charms or Wit;
Not your daily Vows to love me,
Make my easy Soul submit.
Shape nor Dress can never sway me,
Nor the softest looks betray me;
_Shape nor Face can never sway me,_
_Nor the softest looks betray me._

But your Mind, my Dear, subdues me,
Where a thousand Graces shine;
Goodness, Love, and Honour moves me,
And my Passion's all Divine.
Goodness as a boundless Treasure,
Yields the purest sweetest pleasure.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Then come kind _Damon_, come away,
To _Cynthia's_ power advance:
The _Sylvians_ they shall pipe and play,
And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,
And we'll lead up the Dance:
The _Sylvians_ they shall pipe and play,
And we'll lead up, and we'll lead up,
And we'll lead up the Dance;
The _Sylvians_ they, _&c._

Smile then with a Beam Divine,
We'll be blest if you but shine;
Happy then our Pains and Toils,
Wit only lives when Beauty smiles:
Happy then our Pains and Toils,
Wit only lives, Wit only lives,
When Beauty smiles;
Wit only lives, _&c._

_The Soldiers return from the Wars, or the Maids and Widdows
Rejoycing._ _Tune Page_ 278.

At the Change as I was walking,
I heard a Discourse of Peace;
The People all were a Talking,
That the tedious Wars will cease:
And if it do prove but true,
The Maids will run out of their Houses,
_To see the Troopers all come Home,_
_And the Grenadiers with their Drum a Drum Drum,_
_Then the Widdows shall all have Spouses._

The Scarlet colour is fine, Sir,
All others it doth excel;
The Trooper has a Carbine, Sir,
That will please the Maidens well:
And when it is Cock'd and Prim'd, Sir,
The Maids will run out of their Houses,
_To see the T