to Love.

If _Chloe_ Loves, and Constant proves,
Oh! happy, happy then am I;
But if that she unconstant be,
And do's delight to rove:
As sure as Gun,
I am undone,
And shan't have power to move.

_Fashionable_ Shepherdess, _Set by Mr._ Ramondon.

[Music]

At the break of morning light,
When the marbled Sky look gay;
Nature self all perfect bright,
Smil'd to see the God of Day:
Charming prospect, verdant Trees,
Azure Hill, enamell'd Sky;
Birds with warbling Throats to please,
Striving each which shall outvey.

_Lisbea_ then with wond'rous hast,
O'er a green sword Plain she flew;
Thus my Angel as she past,
The Eyes of ev'ry Shepherd drew:
When they had the Nymph espyed,
All amazed cry'd there she goes;
Thus by blooming Beauty tryed,
Thought a second Sun arose.

Ev'ry Swain the Sun mistook.
Dazled by refulgent Charms;
And with Joy their Flocks forsook,
For to follow Love's Alarms:
All 'till now were perfect Friends,
Bound by Innocence and Truth;
'Till sly Love to gain his ends,
Made a difference 'twixt each Youth.

Each expected which should be,
Made the happy Man by Love;
While for want of Liberty,
None could truly happy prove:
But at length they all arriv'd,
To a charming easie Grove;
Where the Nymph had well contriv'd,
To be happy with her Love.

There in amorous folding twin'd,
_Strephon_ with his _Lisbea_ lay;
Both to mutual Joys enclin'd,
Let their Inclinations stray:
As the curling Vines embracing,
Fondly of the Oak around;
So the blooming Nymphs caressing,
Of her Swain with pleasure crown'd.

How surpriz'd were ev'ry Swain,
When they found the Nymph engaged;
Disappointment heighten'd Pain,
'Till it made them more enraged:
Arm your self with Resolution,
Cry'd the most revengeful he;
We'll contrive her Swains Confusion,
Let him fall as much as we.

Several Punishments they Invented,
For to Torture helpless he;
All revengeful, ne'er contented,
Cruel to a vast Degree:
One more envious in the rear,
Thus his Sentiments let slip;
Make him like the Cavalier,
And for the _Opera_ him Equip.

_A_ Scotch SONG _in the Play call'd_ Love at first Sight: _Set by the
late Mr._ JER. CLARK.

[Music]

The Rosey Morn lukes blith and Gay,
The Lads and Lasses on the Plain;
Her bon