Or elfe at serious Ombre play; But why shou'd we in vain Each others Ruin thus purfue? We were undone when we left you. But now our Fears tempeftuous grow, And caft our Hopes away, Whilft you regardless of our Woe Sit careless at a Play; Perhaps permit fome happier Man To kiss your Hand, or flirt your Fan, With a Fa, &c. . IX. When any mournful Tune you hear, That dies in ev'ry Note, As if it figh'd with each Man's Care, For being fo remote; Think then how often Love we've made To you, when all those Tunes were play'd. With a Fa, &c. X. In Justice you cannot refuse To think of our Diftrefs, When we for hopes of Honour lofe All those Designs are but to prove Our felves more worthy of your Love. With a Fa, &c. XI. And now we've told you all our Loves, And likewise all our Fears ; In hope this Declaration moves, Some Pity for our Tears, Let's hear of no Inconftancy, We have too much of that at Sea. With a Fa la, la, la, la. A LA MODE. M Y better felf, my Heav'n, my Joy! Transported in thy circling Arms With fresh Variety of Charms, From Fate I fcarce can think to crave A Blifs, but what in theé I have. Twelve Months, my Dear, have past, since thou Didst plight to me thy Virgin Vow Twelve Months in Rapture spent! for they Seem shorter than St. Lucy's Day: A bright Example we shall prove Of lasting matrimonial Love, A That I may not furvive, to fee O! fhou'd I lofe my dearest Dear, By thee, and all that's good I fwear, felf the fatal Blow, I'd give my And wait thee to the World below. When W HEADLE thus to Spouse in Bed This Wag, when he had heard the whole, And peeping in, with folemn Tone Cry'd out, O Man! Thy Days are done: The |