You think me false, but say not why.

_A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ BARINCLOE.

Tis a foolish mistake,
That Riches can speak,
Or e'er for good Rhetoric pass:
To a Fool I confess,
Your Gold may address,
Or else where the Master's an Ass:
To a Woman of Sense,
'Tis a sordid pretence,
That a Golden Effigies can move her;
No Face on the Coin,
Is half so Divine,
As that of a faithful young Lover.

But Men when they Love,
Their Passion to prove,
From the Court to the dull Country Novice;
To the Fair they're so kind,
First to fathom their Mind,
Next search the Prerogative Office:
No _imprimis_ I give,
Then the Fair one they give,
Notwithstanding their strong Protestations;
Till the Lady discover,
No Fortune, no Lover,
Then draws off her fond Inclination,

_The valiant_ SOLDIER'S, _and_ SAILOR'S _Loyal Subjects Health, to
the_ QUEEN, PRINCE _and Noble_ COMMANDERS.

[Music]

Now, now the Queen's Health,
And let the Haut-boys play;
Whilst the Troops on their March shall huzza, huzza, huzza,
Now now the Queen's Health,
And let the Haut-boys play,
Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets,
Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Prince's Health,
And let the Haut-boys play,
Whilst the Troops on their March, shall huzza, huzza, huzza:
Now now the Prince's Health,
And let the Haut-boys play;
Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets
Sound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now the brave _Eugene's_ Health,
Who shews the _French_ brave play;
And does March over Rocks, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,
Now the brave _Eugene's_ Health,
And let the Haut-boys play;
Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets
Sounds as they March, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now now the Duke's Health,
Brave _Marlborough_ I say,
Whilst the Cannon do roar, let's huzza, huzza, huzza,
Now now the Duke's Health,
And let the Haut-boys play;
Whilst the Drums and the Trumpets
Sound from the Shore, huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now brave _Ormond's_ Health Boys,
Whilst Colours do display:
And the _Britains_ in Fight, shall huzza, huzza, huzza;
Now brave _Ormond's_ Health Boys,
Whilst Colours do display:
And the Drums and the Trumpets
Sound from the Shore huzza, huzza, huzza.

Now Sir _Cloudsly's_ Health Boys
And Trumpets sound each Day,
Whilst the Tars with their