Poor Shepherds in vain their Affections reveal, To a Nymph that is peevish, proud sullen and coy; Vainly do Virgins their Passions conceal, For they boil in their Grief, 'till themselves they destroy, And thus the poor Darling lies under a Curse: To be check'd in the Womb, or o'erlaid by the Nurse.
_Sung by Mrs._ Cross _in the_ Mock-Astrologer, _Set by Mr._ RAMONDON.
Why so pale and wan fond Lover? Prithee, prithee, Prithee why so pale: Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking Ill, looking ill prevail? Why so dull and mute young Sinner? Prithee, prithee why so mute; Will, when speaking well can't win her, Saying nothing, nothing do't? Quit, quit for shame, this will not move, This cannot, cannot, cannot, cannot take her; If of her self she will not love, Nothing can, nothing can make her, The Devil, the Devil, the Devil, the Devil take her.
_A_ SONG _occasioned by a Lady's wearing a Patch upon a becoming place on her Face. Set by Mr._ John Weldon.
That little Patch upon your Face Wou'd seem a Foil on one less Fair, Wou'd seem a Foil, wou'd seem a Foil, Wou'd seem a Foil on one less Fair: On you it hides a charming Grace, And you in Pity, you in Pity, You in Pity plac'd it there; On you it hides a Charming Grace, And you in Pity, you in Pity, In Pity plac'd it there. _And you in Pity, Pity,_ _And you in Pity plac'd it there._
_Set and Sung by Mr._ LEVERIDGE _at the_ THEATER.
_Iris_ beware when _Strephon_ pursues you, 'Tis but to boast a Conquest won: All his Designs are aim'd to undo you, Break off the Love he has begun: When he's Addressing, and prays for the Blessing, Which none but his _Iris_ can give alone; O then beware, 'tis all to undo you, 'Tis but to boast a Conquest won: She that's believing, while he is deceiving, Like many already, will be undone; _Iris_ beware when _Strephon_ pursues you, 'Tis but to boast a Conquest won.
_Set by Mr._ RAMONDON, _Sung at the_ Theatre.
How charming _Phillis_ is, how Fair, How charming _Phillis_ is, how Fair, O that she were as willing, To ease my wounded Heart of Care, And make her Eyes less killing; To ease my wounded Heart of Care, And make her Eyes less killing; To ease my wounded Heart of Care, And make her Eyes less killing; To ease my wounded Heart of Care, And make her Eyes less killing.