BEN CANTATA. Set by Monfieur GALLIARD. RECIT. ENEATH a verdant laurel's ample shade, ARIET. Potent Venus, bid thy fon Sound no more his dire alarms. Potent Venus, bid thy fon Sound no more his dire alarms. RECIT. Yet, Venus, why do I each morn prepare: The fragrant wreath for Cloe's hair? Why do I all day lament and figh, And why all night pursue her in my dreams, RECIT. Thus fung the Bard; and thus the Goddess spoke Shall own my rule, and fear my rage: That all the world was born to love. ARIET. Bid thy deftin'd lyre discover Soft defire and gentle pain: Often praife, and always love her : Through her ear, her heart obtain. Verse fhall please, and fighs shall move her.. Lines written in an OVID: A Tranflation from the FRENCH. OVID is the fureft guide, You can name, to fhew the way To any woman, maid or bride, Who refolves to go astray. A TRUE N 'O, no; for my virginity, MAI D. When I lose that, fays Rofe, I'll die: Behind the elms, last night, cry'd Dick, Rose, were you not extremely fick ? ANOTHER. ར ANOTHER. EN months after Florimel happen'd to wed, TEN And was brought in a laudable manner to bed: She warbled her groans with so charming a voice, That one half of the parish was ftunn'd with the noise. But, when Florimel deign'd to lie privately in, Ten months before the and her spouse were a-kin; She chofe with fuch prudence her pangs to conceal, That her nurfe, nay her midwife, fcarce heard her once fqueal. Learn, husbands, from hence, for the peace of your lives, That maids make not half fuch a tumult as wives. A REASONABLE AFFLICTION. N his death-bed poor Lubin lies; ON His fpoufe is in defpair: With frequent fobs, and mutual cries, A different caufe, fays parfon Sly, The fame effect may give : Poor Lubin fears, that he fhall die; His wife, that he may live. Another Another REASONABLE AFFLICTION. ROM her own native France as old Alison past,. FROM She reproach'd English Nell with neglect or with That the flattern had left, in the hurry and hafte, ANOTHER. HER eye-brow-box one morning loft, (The beft of folks are oftencft croft). Sad Helen thus to Jenny faid (Her careless but afflicted maid), Put me to bed then, wretched Jane; I can behold no mortal now: ON THE SAME SUBJECT. IN a dark corner of the house Poor Helen fits, and fobs, and cries ;: ON ON THE SAME. HELEN was juft flipt into bed : Her eye-brows on the toilet lay: For this misfortune carelefs Jane, Affure yourself, was loudly rated : And madam, getting up again, With her own hand the mouse-trap baited.. On little things, as fages write,: Depends our human joy or forrow: If we don't catch a moufe to-night, Alas! no eye-brows for to-morrow. PHYLLIS'S A G E. HOW old may Phyllis be, you afk, Whofe beauty thus all hearts engages? To answer is no easy task : For fhe has really two ages. Stiff in brocade, and pinch'd in stays, And Phyllis is but twenty-one. |