RSR

SONGS,

O DE S,

AND A

MASQUE.

丸丸

THE

FAIR STRANGER,

A

SON G.

I.

APPY and free, fecurely bleft;

HA

No beauty could disturb my My amorous heart was in despair,

To find a new victorious fair.

II.

Till you descending on our plains,

reft;

With foreign force renew my chains;

Where now you rule without controul
The mighty fovereign of my foul.

III.

Your fmiles have more of conqu❜ring charms,

Than all your native country arms:

Their troops we can expel with ease,

Who vanquish only when we please.

IV.

But in your eyes, oh! there's the spell,,
Who can see them, and not rebel:
You make us captives by your stay,

Yet kill us if you go away.

CLAR

LARENDON had law and fenfe,
Clifford was fierce and brave;
Bennet's grave look was a pretence,
And Danby's matchlefs impudence
Help'd to fupport the knave.

But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory,
These will appear fuch chits in ftory,
'Twill turn all politics to jests,
To be repeated like John Dory,
When fidlers fing at feafts.

Protect us, mighty Providence,

What wou'd thefe madmen have?

First, they would bribe us without pence,
Deceive us without common fenfe,

And without pow'r enflave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,

Submit to fervile shame;

Who from confent and custom draw
The fame right to be rul'd by law,
Which kings pretend to reign?

The duke fhall wield his conq'ring sword,
The chancellor make a fpeech,
The king shall pass his honeft word,
The pawn'd revenue fums afford,
And then, come kifs my

So have I feen a king on chefs

breech.

(His rooks and knights withdrawn, His queen and bishops in diftrefs) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs, With here and there a pawn.