hery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart;
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart.

Beauty's Strength and Treasure,
In Falshood still remain;
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain,
That gives the greatest Pain:
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain:
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain,
That gives the greatest Pain.

_A_ SONG _in the_ Funeral, _Sung by Mrs._ Harris, _Set by Mr._ Daniel
Purcel.

[Music]

Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow,
Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe;
I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses,
Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses:
I know not what the Lover feign,
Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain:
Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all,
all the Joy;
But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.
Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all,
all the Joy,
But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.

_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. ECCLES,
_Sung by Mr._ Morgan.

[Music]

Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here,
Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are;
When we Love, and Love to Rage,
Ev'ry Moment seems an Age:
When we Love, and Love to Rage,
Ev'ry Moment seems an Age.

_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ BALLDEN.

[Music]

Oh! my Panting, panting Heart,
Why so Young, and why so sad?
Why does Pleasure seem a Smart,
Or I wretched while I'm Glad?
Oh! Lovers Goddess, who wert form'd,
From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas;
Instruct me why I am thus warm'd!
And Darts at once can wound and please.

_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ HODGSON.

[Music]

Fye _Amarillis_, cease to grieve,
Fye, fye, fye, fye cease, cease to grieve,
Fye, fye, fye, fye, cease, cease to grieve,
For him thou never canst retrieve;
Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee,
Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretch,
Scorn the wretch, that Love denies thee,
Scorn the wretch, scorn the wretch,
That Love, t