Let Ambition fire thy Mind, Thou wert born o'er Men to Reign; Not to follow Flocks design'd, Scorn thy Crook, and leave the Plain: Not to follow Flocks design'd, Scorn thy Crook, and leave the Plain. Crowns I'll throw beneath thy Feet, Thou on Necks of Kings shalt tread, Joys in Circles, Joys shall meet, Which way e're thy fancy leads. _The Beau's Character in the Comedy call'd_ Hampstead-Heath. _Set and Sung by Mr._ Ramondon. [Music] A Whig that's full, An empty Scull, A Box of _Burgamot_; A Hat ne'er made To fit his Head No more than that to Plot. A Hand that's White, A Ring that's right, A Sword, Knot, Patch and Feather; A Gracious Smile, And Grounds and Oyl, Do very well together. A smatch of _French_, And none of Sence, All Conquering Airs and Graces; A Tune that Thrills, A Lear that Kills, Stoln Flights and borrow'd Phrases. A Chariot Gilt, To wait on Jilt, An awkward Pace and Carriage; A Foreign Tower, Domestick Whore, And Mercenary Marriage. A Limber Ham, G---- D---- ye M'am, A Smock-Face, tho' a Tann'd one; A Peaceful Sword, Not one wise Word, But State and Prate at Random. Duns, Bastards, Claps, And Am'rous Scraps, Of _Caelia_ and _Amadis_; Toss up a Beau, That Grand Ragou, That Hodge-Podge for the Ladies. _A_ SONG _in the Innocent Mistress. Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ Hodgson. [Music] When I languish'd and wish'd you wou'd something bestow, You bad me to give it a Name; But by Heav'n I know it as little as you, Tho' my Ignorance passes for Shame: You take for Devotion each passionate Glance, And think the dull Fool is sincere; But never believe that I spake in Romance, On purpose to tickle, on purpose, on purpose, On purpose to tickle your Ear: To please me than more, think still I am true, And hug each Apocryphal Text; Tho' I practice a Thousand false Doctrines on you, I shall still have enough, I shall still have enough, Shall still have enough for the next. VENUS _to_ PARIS _in the Prize Musick. Set by Mr._ JOHN WELDON. [Music] Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain, Hither turn thee, hither turn thee, hither turn thee gentle Swain, Let not _Venus_, let not _Venus_, let not _Venus_ sue in vain; _Venus_ rules, _Venus_ rules, _Venus_ rules the Gods above, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love? _Venus_ rules the Gods above, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, Love rules them, and she rules Love. Love rules them, and she rules Love. _A_ SONG. _The Words by Mr._ WARD, _Set by Mr._ HARRIS. [Music]