Forgive me _Cloe_ if I dare Your Conduct disapprove; The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair, Not to Disdain, but Love; Those nice pernicious Forms despise, That cheat you of your Bliss; Let Love instruct you to be wise, Whilst Youth and Beauty is. Too late you will repent the Time, You lose by your Disdain; The Slaves you scorn now in your Prime, You'll ne'er retrieve again: But when those Charms shall once decay, And Lovers disappear; Despair and Envy shall repay, Your being now severe. _A_ SONG _in the_ Rival Sisters, _Set by Mr._ Henry Purcell, _Sung by Miss_ CROSS. [Music] How happy, how happy is she, How happy, how happy is she, That early, that early her Passion begins, And willing, and willing with Love to agree, Does not stay till she comes to her Teens: Then, then she's all pure and Chast, Then, then she's all pure and Chast, Like Angels her Smiles to be priz'd; Pleasure is seen Cherub Fac'd, And Nature appears, and Nature appears undisguis'd. From Twenty to Thirty, and then Set up for a Lover in vain; By that time we study how Men, May be wrack'd with Neglect and Disdain: Love dwells where we meet with desire, Desire which Nature has given: She's a Fool then that feeling the Fire, Begins not to warm at Eleven. _The Three Merry Travellers, who paid their shot wherever they came, without ever a Stiver of Money._ [Music] There was three Travellers, Travellers three, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, And they would go Travel the _North_ Country, _Without ever a stiver of Money_. They Travelled _East_, and they Travelled _West_, _With a hey down_, &c. Wherever they came still they drank of the best, _Without ever_, &c. At length by good Fortune they came to an Inn, _With a hey down_, &c. And they were as merry as e'er they had been, _Without ever_, &c. A Jolly young Widdow did smiling appear, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, Who drest them a Banquet of delicate cheer, _Without ever a penny of Money_. Both Chicken and Sparrow-grass she did provide, _With a hey down, ho down, Lanktre down derry_, You're Welcome kind Gentlemen, welcome she cry'd, _Without ever a Stiver of Money_. They called for liquor, both Beer, Ale, and Wine, _With a hey down_, &c. And every thing that was curious and fine, _Without ever_, &c. They drank to their Hostess a merry full Bowl, _With a hey down_, &c. She pledg'd them in Love, like a generous Soul, _Without ever_, &c. The Hostess, her Maid, and Cousin all three, _With a hey down_, &c. They Kist and was merry, as merry cou'd be, _Without ever_, &c. Full Bottles and Glasses replenish'd the Board, _With a hey down_, &c. No liquors was wanting the house could afford, _Without ever_, &c.