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Haſte, dear Philander, do;
Come, quickly come, I'll be your bride,
In Hymen's bands let us be ty'd,
For I love none but you. For I love, &c.
Theſe words reviv'd my dying love,
I joyful, thank'd the Powers above,
In raptures quick I flew
To Sylvia, and made her my bride.
Now ſhe no more with feigned pride,
Cries, Pray, Be quiet, Do! Cries, &c.
Learn, learn from hence ye nymphs & ſwains,
That tread the rural flow'ry plains,
Come learn like us to love;
And may we thro' this mortal life,
In ſpite of diſcord, noiſe, and ſtrife,
Be bleſſed from above.Be bleſſed, &c.
A REMEDY FOR PAIN.
THIS great world is a trouble,
where all muſt their fortunes bear;
Make the moſt of the bubble,
you'll have but neighbour's fare.
Let not jealouſy teaze ye,
think of nought but to pleaſe ye,
What is paſt is but in vain
for mortals to wiſh again.
When dull cares do attack ye,
drink will theſe clouds repel;
Four bottles will make ye
happy, they ſeldom fail.
