Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here, Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are; When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age: When we Love, and Love to Rage, Ev'ry Moment seems an Age. _A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ BALLDEN. [Music] Oh! my Panting, panting Heart, Why so Young, and why so sad? Why does Pleasure seem a Smart, Or I wretched while I'm Glad? Oh! Lovers Goddess, who wert form'd, From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas; Instruct me why I am thus warm'd! And Darts at once can wound and please. _A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ HODGSON. [Music] Fye _Amarillis_, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye cease, cease to grieve, Fye, fye, fye, fye, cease, cease to grieve, For him thou never canst retrieve; Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretch, Scorn the wretch, that Love denies thee, Scorn the wretch, scorn the wretch, That Love, that Love denies thee. Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid, Of meeting a Swain that is kind; As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least, at least a more Generous Mind: As handsome as he, perhaps he may be, At least a more Generous Mind, At least a more Generous Mind. _A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_, The Old Batchelour, _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL. [Music] As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay, As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay; Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle play, Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kisses, Mingling kisses, mingling kisses, and exchanging harmless Blisses: He trembling cry'd with eager, eager hast, Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me, Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me, let me Feed as well as Tast, I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye, I dye, if I'm not wholly Blest. The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear, I cannot, dare not, must not hear; Dearest _Thyrsis_ do not move me, Do not, do not, if you Love me: O let me still, the Shepherd said, But while she fond resistance made, The hasty Joy in struggling fled. Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd, She frown'd and blush'd, and sigh'd and kiss'd, And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing, The sad miscarriage of their Wooeing: But vain alass! were all her Charms, For _Thyrsis_ deaf to Love's Alarms, Baffled and fenceless, tir'd her Arms. _A_ SONG. [Music] She met with a Country-man, In the middle of all the Green; And _Peggy_ was his Delight, And good Sport was to be seen. But ever she cry'd brave _Roger_, I'll drink a whole Glass to thee; But as for _John_ of the Green, I care not a Pin for him. Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Dragons, And O brave _Roger_ a _Cauverly_; Piggins and Wiggins, Pints and Flaggons, O brave, _&c._