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Clar. Love, thy godhead I adore,

Source of sacred passion;
But will never bow before

Those idols, wealth, or fashion.
May, like me, each maiden wise,

From the fop defend her ;
Learning, sense, and virtue prize,
And scorn the vain pretender.

Har. Why the plague should men be sad,
While in time we moulder?

Grave, or gay, or vex'd, or glad,
We ev'ry day grow older.
Bring the flask, the music bring,

Foy will quickly find us ;

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Drink, and laugh, and dance, and sing, 780
And cast our cares behind us.

Dian. How shall I escape-so naught,
On filial laws to trample ;

I'll e'en curtsey, own my fault,
And plead papa's example.
Parents 'tis a hint to you,

Children oft are shameless;

Oft transgress-the thing's too true---

But are you always blameless?

One word more before we go;

Girls and boys have patience ;
You to friends must something owe,
As well as to relations.

79°

These kind gentlemen address

What tho' we forgave 'em
Still they must be lost, unless

You lend a hand to save 'em.

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TABLE OF THE SONGS.

With the NAMES of the several COMPOSERS.

N. B. Those marked thus **, are new, both words and music but those marked thus, are only

new set.

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COMIC OPERA.

BY ISAAC BICKERSTAFF.

ADAPTED FOR

THEATRICAL REPRESENTATION,

AS PERFORMED AT THE

THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN.

REGULATED FROM THE PROMPT BOOK,
By Permission of the Managers.

"The Lines distinguished by inverted Commas, are omitted in the Representation."

LONDON:

Printed for the Proprietors, under the Direction of
JOHN BELL, British-Library, STRAND,

Bookseller to His Royal Highness the PRINCE of WALES.

M DCC XCI.

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