AIR. Leave me, filly fhepherd go; You only tell me what I know, You view a thousand charms in me; Then cease thy prayers, I'll kinder grow, When I can view fuch charms in thee. Leave me, filly fhepherd, go; You only tell me what I know, You view a thousand charms in me. RECITATIVE. Amyntor, fir'd by this difdain, 10 Curs'd the proud fair, and broke his chain; 15 And vow'd, he'd be Love's fool no moreBut Cloe fmil'd, and thus fhe call'd him back again. AIR. Shepherd, this I've done to prove thee, Now thou art a man, I love thee, And without a blush refign. But ungrateful is the paffion, And destroys our inclination, When, like flaves, our lovers whine. And without a blush refign. 20 25 THE THE KING OF FRANCE's BREAKING THE PEACE OF RESWICK. Spartan youths! what fafcinating charms arms? When with awaken'd courage will you go, And minds refolv'd, to meet the threatening foe? For his dear children, for his tender wife, 5 10 Nor 35 Nor fear to die; in vain you fhun your fate, 20 25 His dauntless mien, and every martial grace, 30 UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON, THE MUSICAL SMALL-COAL MAN. THOUGH mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell Did gentle peace and arts unpurchas'd dwell, SONG. SONG: THE FAIR TRAVELLER. I I. N young Aftrea's fparkling eye, Refiftlefs Love has fix'd his throne; A thousand lovers bleeding lie For her, with wounds they fear to own. II. While the coy beauty fpeeds her flight I mock the trifling pain. Love, I defy thee ! Venus, I fly thee ! I'm of chafte Diana's train. RECITATIVE. Bright Venus and her fon ftood by, They fcorn'd the fhould the raptures hare, Nor would Cupid draw his bow To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply. AIR. Proud and foolish! hear your fate! Waste your youth, and figh too late W OULD you gain the tender creature, Softly gently-kindly-treat her; 10 15 20 25 |