Volume 5 — A New Song, the Words by Mr. J.C. Set to Musick by Dr. Prettle.
Reading edition
[Listen]
NO Phillis, tho’ you’ve all the Charms, Ambitious Woman can desire; All Beauty, Wit, and Youth that warms, Or sets our foolish Hearts on fire: Yet you may practice all your Arts, In vain to make a Slave of me; You ne’er shall re-engage my Heart, Revolted from your Tyranny: You ne’er shall re-engage my Heart, Revolted from your Tyranny. When first I saw those dang’rous Eyes, They did my Liberty betray; But when I knew your Cruelties, I snatch’d my simple Heart away: Now I defy your Smiles to win, My resolute Heart, no pow’r th’ave got; Tho’ once I suck’d their Poyson in, Your Rigour prov’d an Antidote.
The Epilogue to the Island Princes, Set by Mr. Clark, Sung by Mrs. Lindsey, and the Boy.
[Listen]
NOW to you ye dry Wooers, Old Beaus, and no doers, So doughty, so gouty, So useless and toothless, Your blindless, cold kindness, Has nothing of Man; Still doating, or gloating, Still stumbling, or fumbling, Still hawking, still baulking, You flash in the Pan: Unfit like old Brooms, For sweeping our Rooms, You’re sunk and you’re shrunk, Then repent and look to’t; In vain you’re so upish, in vain you’re so upish. You’re down ev’ry foot.