Tell me, tell me, charming Fair, Why so cruel and severe; Is't not you, ah! you alone, Is't not you, ah! you alone, Secures my wandering Heart your own: Change, which once the most did please, Now wants the power to give me ease; You've fixt me as the Centure sure, And you who kill alone can cure, And you who kill alone can cure. If refusing what was granted, Be to raise my Passion higher; Nymph believe me, I ne'er wanted, Art for to inflame desire: Calm my Thoughts, serene my Mind, Still increasing was my Joy, Till _Lavinia_ prov'd unkind, Nothing could my Peace destroy. _A_ SONG _in the_ Royal Mischief. _Set by Mr._ John Eccles. _Sung by Mr._ Leveridge. [Music] Unguarded lies the wishing Maid, Distrusting not to be betray'd; Ready to fall with all her Charms, A shining Treasure to your Arms: Who hears this Story must believe, No Heart can truer Joy receive; Since to take Love and give it too, Is all that Love for hearts can do. _A Ligg of good Noses set forth in a Jest. Most fitly compared to whom you think best._ [Music: _First Nose._] [Music: _CHO. of all._] [Music: _1 N._, _2d._ _3d._ _4th._] [Music: _All shake Hands._] _The LARGEST._ My Nose is the largest of all in this place, Mark how it becometh the midst of my Face; By measure I take it from the end to the Brow, Four Inches by compass, the same doth allow. Likewise it is forged of passing good Metal, All of right Copper, the best in the Kettle; For redness and Goodness the virtue is such, That all other Metal it serveth to touch. Old smug, nor the Tinker that made us so merry, With their brave Noses more red than a Cherry; None here to my Challenge can make a denial, When my Nose cometh thus bravely to Tryal. _All Sing._ Room for good Noses the best in our Town, Come fill the Pot Hostess, your Ale it is brown; For his Nose, and thy Nose, and mine shall not quarrel, So long as one Gallon remains in the Barrel. _The LONGEST._ My Nose is the Longest no Man can deny, For 'tis a just handful right, mark from mine Eye; Most seemly down hanging full low to my Chin, As into my Belly it fain would look in. It serves for a Weapon my Mouth to defend, My Teeth it preserveth still like a good Friend; Where if so I happen to fall on the Ground, My Nose takes the burthen and keeps my Face sound. It likewise delighteth to peep in the Cup, Searching there deeply 'till all be drank up; Then let my Nose challenge of Noses the best, The longest with Ladies are still in request. _All Sing._ Room for, _&c._ _The THICKEST._ My Nose it is Thickest and Roundest of all, Inriched with Rubies the great with the small; No Goldsmith of Jewels can make the like show, See how they are planted here all on a row.