[...] WHen Cloris once thought her Conquest Compleat, and her Charms had made way for her Pride, and Languishing Strephon had thrown at her Feet a Heart She so often had try'd, and the faithful young Lover did over and over discover a Passion, that were She not Marble, might move her: The hard hearted Nymph to requite all his pain, instead of his Love paid him with dis­dain, [Page 3] [...] She bids him re-tire and not feed his desire with the hopes of her Love which he never must gain; Whilst Cruel, Cruel Cloris Strephon cry'd, pity, pity him that lies to Love and to your Eyes a Loyal and unblemish'd Sacrifice. Oh ye Shepheards take heed where your Flocks you do seed, lest your Hearts as your Lambs should stray, for if Cloris surprise you once with her Eyes, you'r lost and un­done, your Liberty's gone, and you must be for ever her Prey.

[...] Ah Charming Nymph were I a Swain too weak I fear wou'd prove my resolutions a—gainst Love, tho they were fortifi'd by your disdain, oft I with discontented Sighs have said, oh, why was I a feeble Woman made, but what I thought my Misery is now become my Guard, and from a Fate more hard, it was ordain'd to rescue me, else to thy Charms Philoclia I had bow'd, and dy'd un­pityed, unpityed, unpityed by the gazing Crowd.

[...] BRing out your Cunny Skins, bring out your Cunny Skins Maids to me, and hold them fair that I may see, Gray, Black and Blew, for the smaller Skins I'le give you Bracelets, Laces, Pins, and for your whole Cunny here's ready Mony, come gentle Jone do thou begin with thy black Cunny thy black Cunny Skin, and Mary and Jone will follow with their Silver Haird Skins and Yallow, the White Cunny [Page 7] [...] Skin I will not lay by, for though it be faint it is fair to the Eye, the Gray it is worn, but yet for my Mony, give me the bonny bonny black Cunny, come away fair Maids your Skins will decay, come and take Mony Maids put your Wares away, ha'ye any Cunny Skins, ha'ye any Cunny Skins, ha'ye any Cunny Skins here to sell.

[...] SPite of the Godhead powerful Love I will my torments hide, but what Vail of life must prove a Sa—cri—fice to Pride, Pride thou art be­come my Goddess now, to Thee Il'e Alters Rear, to Thee each Morning pay my Vow and offer every Tear, but oh, but oh I fear, should Philomon once take thy Injur'd part, I soon should cast the Idol down and offer him my heart.

[...] WHen the Gods at a Banquet did Revel above, did When the Gods at a Banquet did Revel, did Revel above and Gannimed fill'd out a Bumper to Jove, A—pollo and Bacchus their Revel above and Gannimed fill'd out a Bumper to Jove, A—pollo and Bacchus their Joy to Inspire, the Muses and Graces call'd in to the Quuire: Divine was the Joy to Inspire, the Muses and Graces call'd in to the Quire: Divine was the Musick, their Pleasure extream, and Beauty and Loyalty still was the Theam, to Musick, their Pleasure extream, and Beauty and Loyalty still was the Theam, to Jove and Juno's Health full Bowls were Crown'd, and to th'Immortal, and to th'im­mortall Jove and Juno's Health full Bowls were Crown'd, and to th'immortall [Page 15] [...] Powers went round who from their Thrones did their bright Goblets throw in Frollick Pow'rs, Pow'rs went round from their Thrones, from their Thrones did their bright Goblets throw in Frollick down upon the world, upon the world below: then to express how Loyal down upon the world, upon the world, the world below: then to express how Loyal we'll appear, tho' we're no Gods we'll i—mi—tate 'em near, and drink full we'll appear, tho' we're no Gods we'll i—mi—tate 'em near, and Bowls, and drink full Bowls to Jove and Juno here. Caesar and drink full Bowls, and drink full Bowls to Jove and Juno here. Caesar and Gloria—na let it be the brightest Queen on Earth, the greatest Monarch he Gloria—na let it be the brightest Queen on Earth, and greatest Monarch he [Page 16] [...] and if the Gods deny to pledge the same, we'll throw our empty Glasses up to them. Mighty and if the Gods deny to pledge the same, we'll throw our empty Glasses up to them. James and Apollo upon us does smile, upon us does smile, the God of this Year and the Mighty James & Apollo upon us, upon us does smile, the God of this Year and the King of this Isle, all feuds we will shun that e—nervate his sway, since all are his King of this Isle, all feuds we will shun that e—nervate his sway, since all are his Subjects we'll joyntly o—bey: both English and Irish in this shall a—gree, who Subjects we'll joyntly o—bey: both English and Irish in this shall a—gree, who serve the King best the best Nation shall be. serve the King best the best Nation shall be.

[...] These full two hours now have I gazing been, what Comfort by it can I gain, to look on Heav'n with mighty gulph be—tween was the great Miser's greatest pain: so near was he to Heav'ns delight as with the blest converse he might, yet could not get one drop of Water by't. Ah wretch I seem to touch her now: but oh, but oh, what boundless spaces does us part! fortune and [Page 19] [...] Friends & all Earths emty show my lowness and her high desert, but those might Conquerable prove nothing does me so far remove as the hard Souls Aversion of my Love; so Travellers that lose their way by night when from afar they came to espy th'uncertain glimmerings of a tapers light, like flatt'ring hopes and think it night, till wearied with the fruitless pain they sit them down and weep in vain, and there in darkness and dispair re—main.

[...] SEE, see, see the lovely Maid and Paradise and See, see, see, see, see the lovely Maid and Para­dise Pa—ra—dise in Bed display'd, like blushing Morn, like blushing Morn she in Bed in Bed display'd, like blushing Morn, like blushing Morn she lyes, and lyes and sings the tryumphs, sings the try—umph of her Eyes. The wanton Cupids sings the tryumphs of her Eyes, and sings the tryumph of her Eyes. The wanton Cupids play and sport their—lit—tle Hearts away, whilst all a round them throng. To play and sport their little Hearts away whilst all a round them throng, to hear the Musick hear the Musick of her Tongne, to hear the Musick, hear the Musick of her Tongue. of her Tongue, to hear the Musick of her Tongue, to hear the Musick of her Tongue.

[...] SHE, She, alass, She, a-lass, whom all admir'd is dead, She a—lass whom all admir'd is dead, a—lass She's dead, and with her all that's brisk or gay is fled, She a—lass, She a—lass, whom all admir'd is dead, no Rat—ling Coaches now run up and down, nor Am'—rous Sparks amuse the wondring Town all pen—sive in their Chambers sit and mourn and mourn the fair the sweet Cor—rin—na's dead & gone, She a—lass, She a—lass whom all admir'd is dead.