Fear not Mortal, none shall harm thee, With this Sacred Rod I'll Charm thee; Freely gaze, and view all over, Thou mayst every Grace discover: Though a thousand Darts fly round thee, Fear not Mortal, none can Wound thee; _Though a thousand Darts fly round thee,_ _Fear not Mortal, none can Wound thee._ _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ W. Morley. [Music] Born to surprize the World, Born to surprize the World, and teach the Great, The slippery Danger of exalted State; Victorious _Marlborough_, Victorious _Marlborough_, to Battle flies, Arm'd, Arm'd with new Lightning from bright _Anna's_ Eyes: Wonders, Wonders like these no former Age has seen, The Subjects Heroes, the Subjects Heroes, and a Saint the Queen. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ J. ISUM. [Music] In vain, in vain, in vain, in vain, in vain, In vain the God I ask, He'll ne'er remove the Dart; And still I love the pretty, pretty Boy, Altho', altho' he wound my Heart: Henceforth I'll be contented then, No more will I desire; No, no, no more, no, no, no more will I desire, To slight her whom I love so much, That but creates the Fire: Well might I expect the Fate, As well as any other; Since he ne'er spares the Gods themselves, Nor does he spare his Mother. _An Amorous_ SONG. _To the Tune of_, The bonny Christ-Church Bells. [Music] See how fair and fine she lies, Upon her Bridal Bed; No Lady at the Court, So fit for the Sport, Oh she look'd so curiously White and Red: After the first and second time, The weary Bridegroom slacks his Pace; But Oh! she cries, come, come my Joy, And cling thy Cheek close to my Face: Tinkle, tinkle, goes the Bell under the Bed, Whilst Time and Touch they keep; Then with a Kiss, They end their Bliss, And so fall fast asleep. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ J. ISUM. [Music] _Corinna_ if my Fate's to love you, _Corinna_ if my Fate's to love you, Where's the harm in saying so? _Corinna_ if my Fate's to love you, Where's the harm in saying so? Why shou'd my Sighs, why shou'd my Sighs, Why shou'd my Sighs and Fondness move you? To encrease, to encrease your Shepherd's Woe: Flame pent in still burns and scorches, 'Till it burns a Lover's Heart: Love declar'd like lighted Torches, Wastes it self and gives less Pain: Love declar'd like lighted Torches, Wastes it self, wastes it self, Wastes it self, and gives less Smart. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ISUM. [Music] _Caelia's_ Charms are past expressing, Were she kind as she is Fair; _Caelia's_ Charms are past expressing, Were she kind as she is Fair: Heav'ns cou'd grant no greater Blessing, Nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care; Heav'ns cou'd grant no greater Blessing, Nor Earth a Nymph, nor Earth a Nymph more worth our Care.