Love! inform thy faithful creature How to keep his fair one's heart; Must it be by truth of nature, Or by poor dissembling art? Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends;...
Reading ends in melancholy, Wine breeds vices and diseases, Wealth is but care, and love but folly, Only friendship truly pleases. My wealth, my books, my flask, my Molly,...
Touch the lyre, touch every string; Touch it, Orpheus; I will sing A song which shall immortal be, Since she I sing's a deity; A Leonora, whose bless'd birth Has no relation to this earth.
Haste, my Nannette, My lovely maid, Haste to the bower Thy swain has made. For thee alone I made the bower, And strew'd the couch With many a flower. None but my sheep...
Whilst others proclaim This nymph or that swain, Dearest Nelly the lovely I'll sing: She shall grace every verse, I'll her beauties rehearse, Which lovers can't think an ill thing. ...