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Song XIX.-I'm not one of your fops, who to please a coy lass. Budgell.

Air unknown.

Song XX.-Let not Love on me bestow. Steele.

Was set, in a most laboured mechanical manner, by Daniel Purcell, for Mrs. Harris: but his music was not thought worthy of insertion. It is preserved in the 6th volume of Durfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy.'

Song XXI.-Give me more love, or more disdain.

Carew.

Was originally set by Henry Lawes. (See his 'Ayres and Dia-
logues,' book 2d. fol. 1669.)

Song XXII.-If love be life, I long to die. Davison.
No air known.

Song XXIII.—Shall I, wasting in despair. Wither.

The original music is not known; and of the later airs none ap. peared worth copying.

Song XXIV.-Shall I, like an hermit, dwell. Raleigh. Not known.

Song XXV.-Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Suckling.

Sung by Mrs. Cross in the Mock Astrologer:' Set by Mr. Ramondon. It was likewise set by Dr. Arne; but the work of neither composer appeared to be worthy of insertion.

Song XXVI.-Ye little Loves, that round her wait.

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Ye little loves that round her

wait, To

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not her pity move, And the proud fair dis

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Song XXVII.-'Tis now since I sat down before. Suckling.

Air unknown.

Song XXVIII.-The merchant to secure his treasure. Prior. Was poorly set by Dr. Green. The following music is by Mr. Jackson of Exeter.

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treasure

Con-veys it in a borrow'd name; Eu

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soft-est verse, my darling lyre, Up-on Eu-phe-lia's

VOL. III.

toilet lay, When Chlo-e not-ed M

her de-sire, That I should sing, that I should play.

My lyre I tune, my voice I raise, But

with my num-bers mix my

sighs;

And

whilst I sing Eu-phe-lia's praise, I fix my soul on

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Loves a-round, Remark'd how ill we all dissembled. Fair

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Chloe blush'd, Euphe-lia frown'd; I sung, and gaz'd, I

play'd and trembled; Ani Venus to the Loves around re

mark'd, how ill we all dis--sem--bled:

And Venus

to the Loves around, Remark'd how ill we

all

dis-sem-bled.

Song XXIX.-In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest. Yonge. Set by Mr. Dieupart.

In vain, dear Chloe, you suggest, That

I in-con--stant have poss--ess'd, Or lov'd a fair-er

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