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am'rous arms Bacchus beauty beauty's blessing bliss blooming blushing breast bright Cantata Celia charms chearful Cloe Cloe's Cocky my chary Comus cou'd creature croakledom cry'd Cupid Damon Daphnis dart dear delight deny Derry despair disdain divine drink e'er eyes fair Fanny Knap faithless fate fear flow'rs folly fond fryar gently give glass goddess grace grief grove Happy Dick hear heart heav'n Jenny Jockey kind kingdom of Rome kiss ladies languish lass Lord Frog lov'd love thee love's lover maid Miss Mouse Musidora Myrtillo ne'er never night nosegay nymph o'er Oh London pain passion pleas'd pleasure poor pow'r pr'ythee scorn shepherd shew shou'd sigh sing smiling soft song soul Stamp'd Strephon swain sweet Molly Sylvia tell tender there's thou thought thro treasure tuneful Twas Twiddle undone Venus Vertumnus vows wanton Whilst wine wou'd wound young youth
第 1 頁 - For ever, Fortune, wilt thou prove An unrelenting foe to Love, And when we meet a mutual heart Come in between, and bid us part ? Bid us sigh on from day to day, And wish and wish the soul away; Till youth and genial years are flown, And all the life of life is gone...
第 157 頁 - How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
第 123 頁 - If I would not give up the three Graces, I wish I were hang'd like a dog, And at court all the drawingroom faces, For a glance of my sweet Molly Mog.
第 48 頁 - Ah Colin! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone: Nor thou, fond maid, receive his...
第 48 頁 - Nor think him all thy own. To-morrow, in the church to wed, Impatient, both prepare ! But know, fond maid ; and know, false man, That Lucy will be there!
第 147 頁 - And for the guests that were to dine, Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus. The god near Cupid drew his chair, Near Comus, Jocus plac'd ; For wine makes Love forget its care, And Mirth exalts a feast.
第 112 頁 - And wish me better sped, Flat as a flounder when I lie, And as a herring dead. Sure as a gun she'll drop a tear, And sigh, perhaps, and wish, When I am rotten as a pear, And mute as any fish.
第 102 頁 - THE last time I came o'er the moor, I left my love behind me : Ye pow'rs ! what pain do I endure, When soft ideas mind me : Soon as the ruddy morn display'd The beaming day ensuing, I met betimes my lovely maid In fit retreats for wooing.