When a Monarch reels, He his Thoughts conceals, Whether WHIG or _Tory_, never does express; With a sober Dose Of _Coffee_ funks his Nose, And reading all the News does leave the World to guess: But when his Noddle's full, O then he hugs his Soul, And homeward flush'd with Joy does trudge apace, When on Pillow laid, Then with Mind display'd Argues with himself the Queen and Nation's Case. _A_ SONG. [Music] Had I but Love, I'd quit all Treasure, Had I but Love, I'd Envy none above: Camp and Court, Have no such Pleasure; Camp and Court, Have both such pretty Sport. _Wo_. Let me alone, let me alone, Says the Fool, Or I'll cry out, Sir; _Man_. Prithee do, prithee do, With all my Soul, But you shan't stir. Such is Love, And such is living, Such is Love, And such was mighty _Jove_: Gods and Kings, Have both been contriving, Gods and Kings, To catch these pretty things. _Wo_. Let me go, what d'ye do, pray forbear, Alass I cannot bear it; _Man_. Hold your Tongue, hold your Tongue, Never fear you peevish Chit. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ FRANK. Love's Passion never knew 'till this, A blissful Happiness like mine; With Joy now _CÊlia_ crowns my wish, And _Cupid_ both our Hearts does joyn: With Joy now _CÊlia_ crowns my wish. And _Cupid_ both our Hearts does joyn. Whene'er our Hearts dart fiery Beams, Fierce as the pangs of our Desires; The meeting Glances kindle flames More pure than fancyed fires: Then _CÊlia_ let's no Pleasure want, To perfect the most happy State; The bliss you fear too soon to grant, You'll rather think enjoyed too late. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ ABELL. [Music] _CÊlia_ be not too complying, Ease not soon a Lovers pain; Love increases by denying, Soon we leave what soon we gain. CÊlia _be not too complying_, &c. If in Courtship you're delighting, And wou'd no Adorer loose; Let your looks be still inviting, But your Vertue still refuse. _Let your looks be still inviting_, &c. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ ABELL. [Music] A Little Love may prove a Pleasure, Too great a Passion is a Pain; When we our Flame by reason measure, Blest is our Fate, and light our Chain: Who then would long a Slave remain? True Hearts are like a Fairy Treasure, Talk'd of, but ever sought in vain; A little Love may prove a Pleasure, Too great a Passion is a Pain. _A_ SONG. [Music] When first I lay'd Siege to my _Chloris_, When first I lay'd Siege to my _Chloris_: Cannon Oaths I brought down, To batter the Town, And boom'd her with amorous Stories.