_A Mock Song to_ If Love's a sweet Passion. [Music] If Wine be a Cordial why does it Torment? If a Poison oh! tell me whence comes my Content? Since I drink it with Pleasure, why should I complain? Or repent ev'ry Morn when I know 'tis in vain: Yet so charming the Glass is, so deep is the Quart, That at once it both drowns and enlivens my Heart. I take it off briskly and when it is down, By my jolly Complexion I make my Joy known; But oh! how I'm blest when so strong it does prove, By its soveraign heat to expel that of Love: When in quenching the Old, I creat a new Flame, And am wrapt in such Pleasures that still want a Name. _The_ LOYAL _Subject's WISH. By Mrs._ ANNE MORCOTT. [Music] Let _Mary_ live long, She's Vertuous and Witty, All charmingly Pretty; Let _Mary_ live long, And Reign many Years: Wou'd the Cloud was gone o'er, That troubles us sore, When the Sun-shine appears; We shall be deliver'd, We shall be deliver'd, From fury and fears. Heavens send the King home, With Laurels to crown him, Each Rebel to own him; And may he live long, And Reign many Years: When the Conquest is plain, And three Kingdoms regain'd; Let his Enemies fall, Then _CÊsar_ shall flourish, Then _CÊsar_ shall flourish, In spight of them all. All glorious and gay, Let the King live for ever: May he languish never, never: Like Flowers in _May_, His Actions smell sweet: When the Wars are all done, And he safe in his Throne; Trophies lay at his Feet, With loud Acclamations, With loud Acclamations, His Majesty greet. _The Shepherdess_ LERINDA'S _Complaint, by_ Walter Overbury, _Gent._ [Music] _Lerinda_ complaineth that _Strephon_ is dull, And that nothing diverting proceeds from his Skull; But when once _Lerinda_ vouchsafes to be kind, To her long Admirer she'll then quickly find: Such strange alteration as will her confute, That _Strephon's_ transported, that _Strephon's_ transported, That _Strephon's_ transported and grown more acute. _Love will find out the Way._ [Music] Over the Mountains, And over the Waves; Over the Fountains, And under the Graves: Over Rocks which are steepest, Which do _Neptune_ obey; Over Floods which are the deepest, Love will find out the way. Where there is no place, For the Glow-worm to lie: Where there is no space, For receipt of a Flye: Where the Gnat she dares not venture, Lest her self fast she lay: But if Love come he will enter, And will find out the way. You may esteem him A Child by his force; Or you may deem him A Coward, which is worse: But if he whom Love doth Honour, Be conceal'd from the Day; Set a Thousand Guards upon him Love will find out the way.