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YLVIA the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth, as the lay on the green :

She had heard of a pleasure, and fomething the guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast:

She faw the men eager, but was at a loss,

What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so clofe;

By their praying and whining,

And clafping and twining,

And panting and wishing,

And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing fo clofe.

II.

Ah! the cry'd; ah for a languishing maid,
In a country of Chriftians, to die without aid!
Not a Whig, or a Tory, or Trimmer at least,
Or a Protestant parfon, or Catholic priest,
To inftruct a young virgin, that is at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo
clofe!

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By their praying and whining,

And clafping and twining,
And panting and wishing,
And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing fo close.
III.

Cupid in shape of a swain did

appear,

fear;

He saw the fad wound, and in pity drew near;
Then show'd her his arrow, and bid her not
For the pain was no more than a maiden may bear;
When the balm was infus'd, fhe was not at a loss,
What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing fo
clofe;

By their praying and whining,
And clafping and twining,

And panting and wishing,

And fighing and kiffing,

And fighing and kiffing so close.

THE

LADY'S SONG.

I.

A Choir of bright beauties in spring did

appear, To choose a May-lady to govern the year;

All the nymphs were in white, and the thepherds

in green;

The garland was given, and Phyllis was queen; But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay,

I'll not wear a garland while Pan is away.

II.

While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our shore, The Graces are banish'd, and Love is no more: The foft God of pleasure, that warm'd our defires, Has broken his bow, and extinguish'd his fires: And vows that himself, and his mother, will mourn, "Till Pan and fair Syrinx in triumph return.

III.

Forbear your addreffes, and court us no more;
For we will perform what the Deity swore :
But if you dare think of deferving our charms,
Away with your sheephooks, and take to your arms:
Then laurels and myrtles your brows shall adorn,
When Pan, and his fon, and fair Syrinx, return.

A

SON G.

FAIR

I.

AIR, sweet and young, receive a prize
Referv'd for your victorious eyes:

From crouds, whom at your feet you see,'
O pity, and distinguish me!

As I from thoufand beauties more

Distinguish you, and only you adore,

II.

Your face for conqueft was defign'd,
Your every motion charms my mind;

Angels, when

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Forget their hymns, to hear you speak;
But when at once they hear and view,

Are loth to mount, and long to ftay with you,

III,

No graces can your form improve,
But all are loft, unless you love;
While that sweet paffion you disdain,
Your veil and beauty are in vain ;
In pity then prevent my fate,
Før after dying all reprieve's too late.

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A S O N G.

HIG

IGH ftate and honors to others impart,
But give me your heart:

That treasure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.

So gentle a love, fo fervent a fire,

My foul does inspire ;

That treafure, that treasure alone,

I beg for my own.
Your love let me crave;
Give me in poffeffing

So matchless a bleffing;

That empire is all I would have.

Love's my petition,

All my ambition;
If e'er you discover

So faithful a lover,
So real a flame,

I'll die, I'll die,

So give up my game.

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