t e're can cure thee.

Little Boy with thy Bow,
Why dost thou threaten;
It is not long ago
Since thou wast beaten:
Thy wanton Mother, fair
_Venus_ will chide thee;
When all thy Arrows are gone,
Thou may'st go hide thee.

Of powerful shafts you see,
I am well stored;
Which makes my Deity,
So much adored:
With one poor Arrow now,
I'll make thee shiver;
And bend unto my Bow,
And fear my Quiver.

Dear little _Cupid_ be,
Courteous and kindly;
I know thou can'st not see,
But shootest blindly:
Altho' thou call'st me blind,
Surely I'll hit thee;
That thou shalt quickly find,
I'll not forget thee.

Then little _Cupid_ caught,
His Bow so nimble;
And shot a fatal shaft,
Which made him tremble:
Go tell thy Mistress dear,
Thou canst discover;
What all the Passions are,
Of a dying Lover.

And now this gallant Heart
Sorely lies bleeding;
He felt the greatest smart,
From Love proceeding;
He did her help implore,
Whom he affected,
But found that more and more,
Him she rejected.

For _Cupid_ with his Craft,
Quickly had chosen,
And with a Leaden shaft,
Her Heart had frozen:
Which caus'd this Lover more,
Daily to languish;
And _Cupid's_ Aid implore,
To heal this Anguish.

He humble pardon crav'd
For his Offence past;
And vow'd himself a Slave,
And to love stedfast;
His Prayers so ardent were,
Whilst his Heart panted,
That _Cupid_ lent an ear,
And his suit granted.

For by his present plaint,
He was regarded;
And his adored Saint,
His Love rewarded:
And now they live in Joy,
Sweetly embracing,
And left the little Boy,
In the Woods chasing.

_The Duke of_ GLOUCESTER's _March, Set by Dr._ BLOW.

[Music]

And now, now the Duke's March,
Let the Haut-boys play;
And his Troops in the Close,
Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza:
And now, now the Duke's March,
Let the Haut-boys play;
And his Troops in the Close,
Shall Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

_A_ SONG _Sung at_ RICHMOND _New Wells, the Words by_ M. S. _Set by
Mr._ MORGAN.

[Music]

_Aurelia_ now one Moment lost,
A thousand Sighs may after cost;
Desires may oft return in vain,
But Youth will ne'er return again:
Desires may oft return in vain,
But Youth will ne'er return again.

The fragrant sweets which do ador