SONGS.
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Fooliſh creature!
Follow Nature,
Waſte not thus your prime;
Youth ’s a treaſure,10
Love ’s a pleaſure,
Both deſtroy’d by Time.12
SONG. TO THE SAME.
Clarinda, with a haughty grace,
In ſcornful poſtures ſets her face,
And looks as ſhe were born alone
To give us love, and take from none.4
Tho’ I adore to that degree,
Clarinda! I would die for thee,
Is you ’re too proud to eaſe my pain,
I am too proud for your diſdain.8
DRINKING SONG. TO SLEEP.
Great god of Sleep, ſince it muſt be
That we muſt give ſome hours to thee,
Invade me not while the free bowl
Glows in my cheeks, and warms my ſoul;
That be my only time to ſnore5
When I can laugh and drink no more.
Short, very ſhort, be then thy reign,
For I ’m in haſte to laugh and drink again.
