The SHEPHERD'S Complaint. Set by Mr.

Williams,

HAT, Love a crime, Inhumane Fair?

W Repeal that rash Decree,

As well may pious Anthems bear;
The Name of Blasphemy:

'Tis Bleeding Hearts and Weeping Eyes,
Uphold your Sexes Pride;

Nor could you longer Tyrannize,

My Fetters laid aside.

Then

Then from your haughty Vision wake,
And listen to my Moan;

Tho' you refuse me for my sake,

Yet pity for your own;

For know proud Shepherdess you owe,
The Victim you despise,

More to the strictness of my Vow,
Than glories of your Eyes.

A SONG in the OPERA call'd The Fairy Queen. Sung by Mrs. BUTLER. Set by Mr. H. Purcell.

W

HEN I have often heard young Maids complaining,

That when Men promise most they most deceive; Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining, And what they swore I would never believe: But when so humbly one made his Addresses, With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind, I thought it a Sin to refuse his Caresses,

Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind.
Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,

Stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain,
I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,
I'll have the pleasure, let him have the pain:
If he proves perjur'd, I shall not be cheated,

He may deceive himself, but never me;
'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated,
For I'm as false, and inconstant as he.

A SONG. The Words and Tune by Mr. Edward Keen. Sung by Mrs. Willis, in the Play call'd The Heiress: Or, The Salamanca Doctor.

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ÆLIA's bright Beauty all others transcend,
Like Lovers Sprightly Goddess she's flippant
and gay;

Her rival Admirers in crouds do attend,

To her their devoirs and Addresses to pay : Pert gaudy Coxcombs the Fair one adore,

Grave Dons of the Law and quere Prigs of the
Gown ;

Close Misers who brood o'er their Treasure in store,
And Heroes for plundring of modern renown,
But Men of plunder can ne'er get her under,
And Misers all Women despise,

She baulks the pert Fops in the midst of their hopes,
And laughs at the Grave and Precise.

Next she's caress'd by a musical crew,

Shrill Singing and Fidling, Beaus warbles o'th' Flute, And Poets whom Poverty still will pursue, That's a just cause for rejecting their suit: Impudent Fluters the Nymph does abhor,

And Lovers with Fiddle at neck she disdains; For these thought to have her for whistling for, They courting with guts shew'd defect in their brains. And to the pretender to make her surrender, By singing no favour she'll show;

For she'll not make choice of a shrill Capons voice, For a politick reason you know.

A

TH

A SONG.

HE King is gone to Ox-on Town, with all his might

萨

on, with all their gallant train a: The May'r

of the Town in

his

Furr Gown, gave the

King such a thing, the

like was never seen;

A pair of Gloves, I say a pair of Gloves,

made

of