Couldft thou give me a Pleasure Charming Chloe, look with Pity Come, fair Nymphs, to this fweet Grove Crowds of Coxcombs, that deluding Chloris, in native Purple bright Chloe found Love for his Pfycbe in Tears Calia, charming Calia, hear me Clarinda the Pride of the Plain Come, Laffie, lend me your braw, St. Come let us drink, 'tis vain to think Cofmelia's Charms inspire my Lays Delbo, if thou wilt not woo me Domestick Bird, whom wintry Blafts Dear Colin, prevent my warm Blushes Dear charming Beauty, your my Pleasure Did you not promife me, when you, &c. Dear Catholick Brother, are you come, &c. 224 Dear Roger, if your Jenny geck Dear Madam, when Ladies are willing Flora, Goddefs sweetly blooming Fair Phoebe withdraw thy bright Rays Fair Calia's Eyes give Love to all Farewel the Town's ungrateful Noife From France, from Spain, from Rome, &c. Fond Echo, forbear thy light Strain Foolish Women, fly Mens Charms False tho' fhe be to me and Love Fair Sally lov'd a bonny Seaman Fie, Amaryllis, cease to grieve Fie let us a' to the Bridal Farewel the World, and mortal Cares Gay, kind and airy, fweet is a Lover Go tell Amyntor, gentle Swain 231 285 353 360 ΤΟ 18 26 47 60 79 100 114 116 157 174 195 256 34-3 7 18 24 28. lbid. 36 44 How brimful of Nothing's the Life, &c. How can I well defcribe the Joy 63 94 104 133 135 144 152 158 159 162 176 180 Happy the Time when free from Love 317 How fhall I be fad when a Hufband, &c. Hid from himfelf, now by the Dawn Here's to thee, my Damon, let's drink, &c. 326 Hard Fate to figh, and figh in vain Happy the Man whofe Wish and Care Here's a Health to the Lafs with, &c. If ever, Damon, you shou'd rove 182 243 261 If to Love or good Wine Know I fhan't envy him whoe'er he be 7 Long from the Force of Beauty's Charms Maria, when my Sight you blefs My Heart inclines your Chains, &c. Now that Love's Holiday is come Now liften a while, and I will tell No more fhall Buds on Branches fpring No, Phillis, tho' you've all the Charms Now the Sun's gane out of Sight No more will I my Paffion hide O ceafe, ceafe, urge no more the God Old Chiron thus preach'd to his Pupil Oh! Mother, Roger, with his Kiffes Of old Soldiers, the Song you would hear One Night, in my Ramble, I chanced to fee On dear Zelinda's Charms I gaze O lovely Maid, how dear's thy Pow'r Oh! Calia, recal thy loft Hours O fay, what is that Thing call'd Light O Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly, O greedy Midas, I've been told Oh! how you proteft, and folemnly fwear O Mary! thy Graces and Glances Ofteer her up, and had her gawn |