He took her by the middle, And taught her by the Flute; Well done brave _Roger_ quoth she, Thou hast not left thy old Wont. But ever she cry'd, _&c._ He clap'd her upon the Buttock, And forth she let a Fart; My Belly quoth she is eased by thee, And I thank thee _Roger_ for't. _Love's Conquest._ [Music] As unconcern'd and free as Air, I did retain my Liberty; Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair, And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be: 'Till your bright Eyes surpriz'd my Heart, And first inform'd me how to Love; Then Pleasure did invade each Part, Yet to conceal my Flame I strove. As _Indians_ at a distance pay, Their awful reverence to the Sun: And dare not 'till he'll bless the Day, Seem to have any thing begun: Thus I rest, 'till your Smiles invite, My Looks and Thoughts I do constrain; And tremble to express Delight, Unless you please to ease my Pain. _A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd, the_ Wife's Excuse. _By_ H. P. [Music] _Corinna_ I excuse thy Face, Those erring Lines, which Nature drew; When I reflect that ev'ry Grace, Thy Mind adorns, is just and true: But oh! thy Wit what God hast sent, Surprising, Airy, unconfin'd; Some wonder sure _Apollo_ meant, And shot himself into thy Mind. _The_ Sailors SONG _in the Subscription_ Musick, _Set by Mr._ Weldon, _Sung by Mr._ Dogget. [Music] Just coming from Sea, our Spouses and we, We Punch it, we Punch it, we Punch it, We Punch it, we Punch it a Board with Couragio; We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey my brave Boys Bonviago: We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing, And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, my brave Boys Bonviago. _The Serenading_ SONG _in the_ Constant Couple, _or a Trip to the_ Jubilee; _Written by Mr._ G. FARQUHAR, _Set by Mr._ D. Purcell, _Sung by Mr._ FREEMAN. [Music] Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door, Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door, He sigh'd and begg'd, and wept and swore, The sign was so, She answer'd no, The sign was so, She answer'd no, no, no, no. Again he sigh'd, again he pray'd, No _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, I am afraid; Consider _Damon_ I'm a Maid, Consider _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a Maid. At last his Sighs and Tears made way, She rose and softly turn'd the Key; Come in said she, but do not, do not stay, I may conclude, you will be rude; But if you are you may: I may conclude, you will be rude, But if you are you may. _A 'Squire's Choice; or the Coy Lady's Beauty by him admir'd._ [Music]