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| As Amoret and Thyrsis lay,
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| As unconcern’d and free as Air,
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| As I am a Sailor,
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| And now, now the Duke’s March,
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| Aurelia now one Moment lost,
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| After the pangs of fierce Desire,
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| A Pox on the Fool,
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| A Young Man lately in our Town,
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| All Joy to Mortals,
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| A Pox on the Times,
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| A Pox on such Fools! let the
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| As Cupid many Ages past,
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| All Christians that have Ears to hear,
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| As at Noon Dulicna rested,
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| A Dean and Prebendary,
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| A World that’s full of Fools and Mad-men,
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| Astutus Constabularius,
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| Amor est Pegma,
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| Abroad as I was walking, I’spy’d
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| A Pedlar proud as I heard tell,
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| A Young Man and a Maid,
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| All own the Young Sylvia is
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| A Swain in despair,
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| As I came down the hey Land Town,
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| A Jolly young Grocer of London Town,
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| As it befel upon one time,
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| A Taylor good Lord, in the Time of Vacation,
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| A Comely Dame of Islington,
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| Ah! how happy’s he,
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| A Little Love may prove a Pleasure,
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| At the Change as I was a walking,
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| All you that must take a leap in the Dark,
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| Alphonzo, if you Sir,
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| A Worthy London Prentice,
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| At the break of Morning light,
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| Belinda’s pretty, pretty pleasing Form
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| Blush not redder than the Morning,
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| Banish my Lydia these
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| Beauty, like Kingdoms not for one,
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| Beneath a cool Shade Amaryllis
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| Boasting Fops who court the Fair,
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| Come here’s a good Health,
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| Cupid make your Virgins tender,
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| Corinna I excuse thy Face,
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| Chloe found Love for his Psyche
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| Coy Belinda may discover,
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| Corinna ’tis you that I love,
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| Come buy my Greens and Flowers,
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| Cælia’s bright Beauty all others transcend,
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| Come from the Temple, away to the Bed,
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| Come all that are dispos’d
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| Chloris, can you
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| Cælia be not too complying,
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| Clasp’d in my dear Melinda’s Arms,
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| Come Cælia come, let’s sit and
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| Do not rumple my Top-knot,
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| Day was spent and Night
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| Dear Catholick brother
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| Dear Mother I am Transported,
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| Despairing besides a clear stream,
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| Ere Phillis with her looks did kill,
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| Fly, fly ye lazy Hours,
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| Fye Amaryllis, cease to grieve,
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| Fairest Isle, all Isles excelling,
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| Fye Jockey, never prattle,
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| Forgive me Cloe if I dare,
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| Fortune is blind and Beauty unkind,
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| From Father Hopkins,
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| Fickle Bliss, fantastick Treasure,
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| Fill the Glass fill, fill,
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| Farewel my useless Scrip,
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| Fates I defie, I defie your Advances,
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| Farewel, Chloe, O farewel,
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| God Prosper long our Gracious Queen,
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| Go, go, go, go falsest of thy Sex,
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| Good morrow Gossip Joan,
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| H
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| How long, how long shall I pine
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| Hang this whining way of Wooing
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| Here’s the Summer sprightly, gay,
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| How happy’s the Husband,
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| Having spent all my Coin,
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| How happy, how happy is she,
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| Hang the Presbyters Gill,
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| Honest Shepherd, since
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| How happy’s that Husband who after
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| How is the World transform’d
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| Hub ub, ub, boo;
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| Had I but Love,
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| How happy are we,
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| Hear Chloe hear,
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| How happy’s he who weds a Wife,
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| How Charming Phillis is, how Fair,
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| I
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| If I hear Orinda Swear,
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| Just coming from Sea,
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| If ever you mean to be kind,
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| I know her false,
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| I am come to lock all fast,
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| In vain Clemene you bestow,
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| If Wine be a Cordial
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| I fain wou’d find a passing,
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| If I should go seek the
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| I seek no more to shady coverts,
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| I try’d in Parks and Plays,
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| In a Flowry Myrtle Grove,
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| I Courted and Writ,
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| I am a Jolly Toper,
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| I’ll tell you all, both great
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| I am a cunning Constable,
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| I Courted and Writ,
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| I’ll tell thee Dick where I have
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| I am a poor Shepherd undone,
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| I Love to Madness, rave t’ enjoy,
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| I’ll press, I’ll bless thee Charming
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| I’m vext to think that Damon
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| I have a Tenement to Let,
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| Ken you, who comes here,
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| Let not Love, let not Love on me,
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| Liberia’s all my Thought
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| Let Mary live long,
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| Lerinda complaineth that
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| Lay by your Pleading,
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| Love’s Pow’r in my Heart
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| Let’s wet the whistle of the
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| Let’s Sing as one may say
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| Lucinda has the de’el and all,
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| Love is a Bauble,
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| Lais when you
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| Lorenzo you amuse the Town,
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| Love’s Passion never knew
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| Let those Youths who Freedom
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333
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| Lavia would, but dare not venture,
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| Love, the sweets of Love,
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| Marlborough’s a brave Commander,
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| My dear Corinna give me leave,
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| May her blest Example chace,
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| My Dear and only Love,
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| My Nose is the largest of all
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| My Nose is the Flattest of all
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| Mortals learn your Lives to
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| Mirtillo, whilst you patch
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| My Friend thy Beauty
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| Must Love, that Tyrant of the
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| My Theodora can those Eyes,
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| Now dry up thy Tears,
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| No, no, poor suffering Heart,
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| New Pyramid's raise,
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| Never sigh, but think of kissing,
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| Now, now the Queen's Health,
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| Noble King Lud,
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134
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| Now I’m resolv’d to Love no more
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| Not your Eyes Melania move me,
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322
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| Now, now the Night’s come,
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349
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| Now Jockey and Moggy are ready,
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| O
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| Oh! my Panting, panting Heart,
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| Over the Mountains,
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86
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| Oh how Happy’s he, who from,
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105
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| Oh! the mighty pow’r of Love,
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162
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| Oh the Charming Month of May,
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344
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| Oh Roger I've been to see Eugene,
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346
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| Of all the handsome Ladies,
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348
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| P
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| Phillis lay aside your Thinking,
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107
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| Pish fye, you're rude Sir,
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| Phillis, I can ne’er forgive it,
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| Poor Sawney had marry’d a Wife,
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| R
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| Room for Gentlemen,
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| Retire old Miser,
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| Richest Gift of lavish Nature,
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264
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| S
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| She met with a Country-man,
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| Stand clear, my Masters,
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62
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| Sometimes I am a Tapster new,
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91
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| She went Apparell’d neat and fine,
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| Say cruel Amoret, how long,
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112
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| Such command o’er my Fate
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113
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| Sit you merry Gallants,
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145
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| Since Phillis swears Inconstancy,
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194
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| Some in the Town go betimes
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197
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| Suppose a Man does all he can,
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216
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| Sors sine visu,
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244
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| See bleeding at your Feet
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311
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| Since Tom’s in the Chair, and every one here
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340
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| Such a happy, happy, Life,
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| To meet her Mars the Queen of Love,
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| Thus Damon knock’d at Cælia’s Door,
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37
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| The World is a Bubble and full of
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38
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| Through the cold shady Woods,
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44
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| The gordian Knot,
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88
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| There Dwelt a Widow in this Town,
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93
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| There was an Old Man,
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100
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| There is a Thing which in the light
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106
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| There’s not a Swain,
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110
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| Tormenting Beauty leave my Breast,
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111
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| Tell me why so long,
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114
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| ’Tis a foolish mistake,
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115
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| Tell me, tell me, charming
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128
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| Tho’ thou’rt ugly and Old,
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143
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| Tho’ you make no return,
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149
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| The King is gone to Oxon Town,
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158
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| Tho’ I love and she knows it,
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167
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| There was three Travellers,
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177
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| Troy had a breed of brave
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218
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| There’s none so Pretty
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222
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| The Ordinance a-board
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218
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| That scornful Sylvia’s Chains
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260
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| Tom Tinker’s my true love,
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265
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| To you Fair Ladies now at Land,
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272
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| Then come kind Damon come
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323
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| The Night is come that will,
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330
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| There’s a new set of Rakes,
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330
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| Tho’ Begging is an Honest Trade,
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338
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| The Rosey Morn lukes blith and Gay
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360
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| The Restauration now’s the Word,
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361
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| U
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| Underneath the Castle Wall,
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120
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| Unguarded lies the wishing Maid
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129
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| Vobis magnis parvis dicam
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234
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| W
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| Whilst Phillis is Drinking,
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13
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| War, War and Battle now no more,
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15
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| What shall I do, I am undone,
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121
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| When Wit and Beauty,
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151
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| When Sylvia was kind,
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153
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| What, Love a crime,
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154
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| When I have often heard young Maids,
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156
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| What state of Life can be,
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163
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| When Jockey first I saw,
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165
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| When Dido was a Carthage Queen,
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192
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| We merry Wives of Windsor,
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211
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| Wo’as me poor Lass! what mun
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263
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| When on her Eyes,
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267
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| With sighing and wishing,
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271
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| What sayest thou,
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287
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| What shall I do, I’ve lost my Heart,
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299
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| When I was in the low Country,
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300
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| Walk up to Virtue Strait,
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301
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| When first I lay’d Siege to my Chloris,
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308
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| Why alas do you now leave me,
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309
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| When Beauty such as yours,
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310
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| When crafty Fowlers would
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313
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| Who can Dorinda’s Beauty view,
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326
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| When embracing my Friends,
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354
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| Why will Clemene when I gase,
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372
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| Y
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| Ye Commons and Peers,
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1
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| You guess by my wither’d Face,
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172
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| You Friends to Reformation,
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215
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| Young Strephon and Phillis,
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220
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| Young Strephon he has Woo’d
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241
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| You Ladies draw near,
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329
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| You tell me Dick you’ve lately,
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331
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| Your Melancholy’s all a Folly,
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334
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| Z
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| Z—ds Madam return my my Heart,
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