But don't you pity now her Case, Was forc'd to send for Surgeon, To show the Man that very place, Where once she was a Virgin. Parents take warning by her fall, When Girls are in their Teens; To marry them soon, or they will all, Know what the Business means. For Girls like Nuts (Excuse my Rhimes) At bottom growing brown; If you don't gather them betimes, Will of themselves fall down: God bless King _William_, and Queen _Mary_, And Plenty and Peace advance; And hang up those wish the contrary, And then a Fig for _France_. _A_ SONG, _Set by Mr._ KING. Banish my _Lydia_ these sad Thoughts, Why sets thou musing so; To hear the Ugly rail at faults, They wou'd, they wou'd, but cannot do: For let the Guilt be what it will. So small, so small Account they bear; That none yet thought it worth their while, On such, on such to be severe, On such, on such to be severe. With far more reason thou may'st pine, Thy self for being Fair; For hadst thou but less Glorious been, Thou of no Faults wou'dst hear: So the great light that shines from far, Has had its Spots set down; While many a little useless Star, Has not been tax'd with one. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ HENRY PURCELL. [Music] Love's Pow'r in my Heart shall find no Compliance, I'll stand to my Guard, and bid open Defiance: To Arms I will muster my Reason and Senses, _Ta ra ra ra, Ta ra ra ra_, a War now commences. Keep, keep a strict Watch, and observe ev'ry Motion, Your Care to his Cunning exactly proportion; Fall on, he gives ground, let him never recover, _Victoria! Victoria!_ the Battle is over. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JAMES HART. [Music] Honest Shepher'd, since you're poor, Think of loving me no more, Take Advice in time, Give o're your Solicitations: Nature does in vain dispense, To your Vertue, Courage, Sense, Wealth can only influence, A Woman's Inclinations. What fond Nymph can e'er be kind, To a Swain, but rich in Mind, If as well she does not find Gold within his Coffers? Gold alone does Scorn remove, Gold alone incites to Love, Gold can most perswasive prove, And make the fairest offers. _The_ SHEPHERD'S _Wooing of Fair_ DULCINA. [Music] As at Noon _Dulcina_ rested, In her sweet and shady Bow'r, Came a Shepherd and requested, In her Lap to sleep an Hour; But from her look a Wound he took, So deep that for a further Boon, The Swain he prays, whereto she says, Forgo me now, come to me soon. But in vain she did conjure him, For to leave her Presence so; Having a thousand means to allure him, And but one to let him go: Where Lips invite, and Eyes delight, And Cheeks as fresh as Rose in _June_, Perswades to stay, what boot to say, Forgo me now, come to me soon.