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LOVE AND JEALOUSY.

HARRY CAREY.

Tho' cruel you seem to my pain,

And hate me because I am true ; Yet, Phillis, you love a false swain,

Who has other nymphs in his view. Enjoyment's a trifle to him,

To me what a heaven 'twould be! To him but a woman you seem,

But ah! you're an angel to me:

Those lips which he touches in haste,

To them I for ever could grow, Still clinging around that dear waist,

Which he spans as beside him you go; That arm, like a lily so white,

Which over his shoulders you lay, My bosom could warm it all night,

My lips they could press it all day.

Were I like a monarch to reign,

Were graces my subjects to be, I'd leave them, and fly to the plain,

To dwell in a cottage with thee. But if I must feel your disdain,

If tears cannot cruelty drown, 0! let me not live in this pain,

But give me my death in a frown,

LOVE ECSTATIC.

HARRY CAREY.

To be gazing on those charms,
To be folded in those arms,
To unite my lips to those,
Whence eternal sweetness flows.

To be lovd by one so fair,

Is to be blest beyond compare !
On that bosom to recline,
While that hand is lock'd in mine,
In those eyes myself to view,
Gazing still, and still on you.

To be lov'd by one so fair,
Is to be blest beyond compare.

[" Honest Harry introduced this song with a slight alteration, as a duet, in his little interlude of Nancy, or the Parting Lovers.' It appears however from his poems to have been written long before." Ritson.)

LOVE'S A RIDDLE.

HARRY CAREY.

The flame of love assuages,

When once it is reveal'd;
But fiercer still it rages,

The more it is conceal'd.
Consenting makes it colder ;

When met it will retreat:
Repulses make it bolder,

And dangers make it sweet.

HARRY CAREY'S GENERAL REPLY TO THE LIBELLING

GENTRY WHO ARE ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE.

With an honest old friend, and a merry old song,
And a flask of old Port let me sit the night long ;
And laugh at the malice of those who repine,
That they must swig porter, while I can drink wine.
I envy no mortal tho' ever so great,
Nor scorn I a wretch for his lowly estate :
But what I abhor, and esteem as a curse,
Is poorness of spirit, not poorness of purse.
Then dare to be generous, dauntless and gay,
Let's merrily pass Life's remainder away:
Upheld by our friends, we our foes may despise,
For the more we are envy'd the higher we rise.

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A DITHYRAMBICK FOR TWO VOICES.

HARRY CAREY.

Cupid no more shall give me grief,

Or anxious cares oppress my soul; While generous Bacchus brings relief,

And drowns 'em in a flowing bowl.

Celia, thy scorn I now despise,

Thy boasted empire I disown, This takes the brightness from thine eyes

And makes it sparkle in my own.

THE MAID'S PETITION.

HARRY CAREY.

Cruel Creature ! can you leave me,

Can you then ungrateful prove? Did you court me to deceive me,

Aud to slight my constant love.

False ungrateful thus to woo me,

Thus to make my heart a prize, First to ruin and undo me,

Then to scorn and tyrannize. Shall I send to Heav'n my pray’r,

Shall I all my wrongs relate, Shall I curse the dear betrayer ?

No alas! it is too late.

Cupid ! pity my condition,

Pierce this unrelenting swain ! Hear a tender Maid's petition,

And restore my love again.

THE GROVES, THE PLAINS.

HARRY CAREY.

The
groves,

the plains, The nymphs, the swains, The silver stream, the cooling shade,

All, all declare

How false you are, How many hearts you have betray'd.

Ungrateful go,

Too well I know,
Your fatal, false deluding art;

To every she,

As well as me, You make an offering of your heart.

LOVE WITHOUT ALLAY.

HARRY CAREY.

Gazing on my idol treasure,

All my soul is lost in joy; She affords eternal pleasure,

And can never, never cloy. Ev'ry motion, ev'ry feature,

Shines with some peculiar grace, Never sure was human creature,

Blest with such an angel's face.

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