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HEN Aurelia firft I courted,

She had youth and beauty too, Killing pleasures when the fported; All her charms were ever new:

Subtle time hath now deceiv'd her,
Which her glories did uphold;
All her arts can ne'er reprieve her;
Poor Aurelia's growing old.

Those airy fpirits which invited,
Are retir'd and move no more;
And those eyes are now benighted,
Which were comets heretofore.

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WHEN

The maidens are coy,

They'll pish, and they'll fie,

And fwear if you're rude they will call;
But whisper fo low,

By which you may know

'Tis all artifice, artifice all.

My dear, the wives cry,
If ever you die,
Το marry again I ne'er fhall;

But less than a year,

Will make it appear

"Tis all artifice, artifice all.

In matters of state,

And party debate,

For church and for justice they bawl;

But if you'll attend,

You'll find in the end,

Tis all artifice, artifice all..

THAT

HAT fcornful Silvia's chains I wear

ΤΗΛ

The groves and streams can tell;
Those blasted with my fighs appear,
These with my tears o'er-fwell:
But fighs and tears bring no redrefs
And Love that fees me grieve,
Confpires with Silvia to oppress
The heart he fhou'd relieve.

The god that fhou'd reward my pain,
Makes Silvia more my foe;

As fhe increases in difdain,

He makes my paffion grow: And muft I, muft I ftill admire Thofe eyes that cause my grief? 'Tis juft; fince I my self conspire Against my own relief.

UPID, god of pleasing anguish,

CUP

Teach the enamour'd fwain to languish,

Teach him fierce defires to know.

Heroes wou'd be lost in story,
Did not love infpire their glory;

Love does all that's great below.

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TA

AKE off your glass that's full, Fill up your glafs that's empty; Let none be flow or dull,

Drink twenty, and then twenty.

Let bumpers round be toft;
Yet, friends, take heed of fpilling;
And, left some time be lost,
Be drinking ftill or filling.

Come, Jack, here's to the best;
To what all love I'm drinking:
I need not name the rest,

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E'LL drink, and we'll never have done, boys;
Put the glass then round with the fun, boys,

Let Apollo's example invite us;

For he's drunk every night,

And that makes him fo bright,

That he's able next morning to light us.

OH!