hat Love denies thee.

Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid,
Of meeting a Swain that is kind;
As handsome as he, perhaps he may be,
At least, at least a more Generous Mind:
As handsome as he, perhaps he may be,
At least a more Generous Mind,
At least a more Generous Mind.

_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_, The Old Batchelour, _Set by Mr._
HENRY PURCELL.

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As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay,
As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay;
Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle play,
Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kisses,
Mingling kisses, mingling kisses, and exchanging harmless Blisses:
He trembling cry'd with eager, eager hast,
Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me,
Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me, let
me Feed as well as Tast,
I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye,
I dye, if I'm not wholly Blest.

The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear,
I cannot, dare not, must not hear;
Dearest _Thyrsis_ do not move me,
Do not, do not, if you Love me:
O let me still, the Shepherd said,
But while she fond resistance made,
The hasty Joy in struggling fled.

Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd,
She frown'd and blush'd, and sigh'd and kiss'd,
And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing,
The sad miscarriage of their Wooeing:
But vain alass! were all her Charms,
For _Thyrsis_ deaf to Love's Alarms,
Baffled and fenceless, tir'd her Arms.

_A_ SONG.

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She met with a Country-man,
In the middle of all the Green;
And _Peggy_ was his Delight,
And good Sport was to be seen.

But ever she cry'd brave _Roger_,
I'll drink a whole Glass to thee;
But as for _John_ of the Green,
I care not a Pin for him.

Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Dragons,
And O brave _Roger_ a _Cauverly_;
Piggins and Wiggins, Pints and Flaggons,
O brave, _&c._

He took her by the middle,
And taught her by the Flute;
Well done brave _Roger_ quoth she,
Thou hast not left thy old Wont.
But ever she cry'd, _&c._

He clap'd her upon the Buttock,
And forth she let a Fart;
My Belly quoth she is eased by thee,
And I thank thee _Roger_ for't.

_Love's Conquest._

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As unconcern'd and free as Air,
I did retain my Liberty;
Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair,
And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be:
'Till your bright