_Cupid_ make your Virgins tender, Make 'em easy to be won; Let 'em presently surrender, When the Treaty's once begun: Such as like a tedious Wooing, Let 'em cruel Damsels find: But let such as wou'd, as wou'd be doing, Prithee, prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind, Prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind. _A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ Willis _at the_ THEATRE. [Music] Ken you, who comes here, The Laird of aw the Clan; Whom Ise Love but fear, Because a muckle Man: But what if he's Great, He descends from his State, And receive him, receive him as you can. Come my Bonny Blith Lads, Shew your best Lukes and Plads, Our Laird is here; Whom we shou'd Love, And who shou'd approve, Our Respect as well as Fear, For the Laird is here whom we Love and Fear. _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ Hudson. [Music] To meet her _Mars_ the Queen of Love, Comes here adorn'd with all her Charms; The Warriour best the Fair can move, And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms: The Warriour best the Fair can move, And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms. _A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd Love betray'd, Sung by Mrs._ Bracegirdle, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles. [Music] If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart; If I hear _Orinda_ Swear, She cures my Jealous Smart: The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart; The Treachery becomes the Fair, And doubly Fires my Heart. Beauty's Strength and Treasure, In Falshood still remain; She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain: She gives the greatest Pleasure, She gives the greatest Pleasure, That gives the greatest Pain, That gives the greatest Pain. _A_ SONG _in the_ Funeral, _Sung by Mrs._ Harris, _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcel. [Music] Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow, Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe; I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses, Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses: I know not what the Lover feign, Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain: Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy; But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy, But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy. _A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. ECCLES, _Sung by Mr._ Morgan. [Music]