Tell her that hearts for hearts were made,
And love with love is only paid.

Tell her my pains so fast increase,

That soon they will be past redress ;
But ah! the wretch, that speechless lies,
Attends but death to close his eyes.

Fair Young LADY, going out of the Town in

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SK not the cause, why fullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;

Why warbling birds forget to fing,
And winter storms invert the year:
Chloris is gone, and fate provides -
To make it Spring, where she refides.

II.

Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;

She caft not back a pitying eye:

But left her lover in despair,

To figh, to languish, and to die:

Ah, how can those fair eyes endure
To give the wounds they will not cure !

III.

Great god of love, why hast thou made
A face that can all hearts command,
That all religions can invade,

And change the laws of ev'ry land? Where thou hadst plac'd such power before, Thou shouldst have made her mercy more. IV.

When Chloris to the temple comes,
Adoring crowds before her fall ;
She can restore the dead from tombs,
And every life but mine recal.
I only am by Love design'd
To be the victim for mankind.

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at the royal feast, for Perfia won

By Philip's warlike fon :

Aloft in awful ftate

The godlike hero fate

On his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.

(So should defert in arms be crown'd :)

The lovely Thais, by his fide,
Sate like a blooming Eastern bride

In flower of youth and beauty's pride.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deserves the fair.

CHORUS.

Happy, happy, happy pair !

None but the brave,

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

II.

Timotheus, plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre :

The trembling notes afcend the sky,

And heavenly joys inspire.

The fong began from Jove,

Who left his blissful feats above,
(Such is the power of mighty love.)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god :
Sublime on radiant spires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia press'd:
And while he fought her snowy breaft:

Then, round her flender waist he curl'd,
And stamp'd an image of himself, a sov'reign of

the world.

The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found,
A present deity, they shout around:

A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound:

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Assumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the spheres.
CHORUS.

With ravishd ears

The monarch hears,
Afsfumes the god,

Affects to nod,

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And Seems to shake the spheres.

III.

The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician sung;

Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young:

The jolly god in triumph comes;

Sound the trumpets; beat the drums;

Flush'd with a purple grace

He shews his honest face:

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes.
Bacchus, ever fair and young,

Drinking joys did first ordain ;
Bacchus's blessings are a treasure,

Drinking is the foldier's pleasure: