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Mach. O leave me to thought ! I fear ! I doubt
Polly. No token of love
See my courage is out. [Turns up the empty pot. Lucy. No token of love 2
H.t.cy. - - - - - - - Farewel,
Enter jailor. jailor. Four women more, Captain, with a child apiece. See, here they come. 3 3&ntirr
A I R LXIX. Lumps of Pudding, &c. Thus I stand, like a Turk, with his doxies around; From all fides their glances his passion confound; For black, brown, and fair, his inconstancy burns, And the different beauties subdue him by turns: Each calls forth her charms, to provoke his desires : Though willing to all, with but one he retires. Then think of this maxim, and put off all sorrow, The wretch of to-day, may be happy to-morrow. Chorus. Then think of this maxim, &c.
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XIII. The turtle thus, with plaintive crying ibid.