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Show 28 Love and a Bottle. Roeb. Pfhaw, Children and old Men always talk thus foolifn-ly. You underftand nothing, Boy. Lean. Yes, Sir, I have been in Love, and much more than you, I perceive. Roeb. It appears then, that there's no Service in the World' fo educating to a Boy, as a Lady's. By Jove, this Spark] may be older than 1 imagine. Hark ye, Sir; do you nev» pull off your Ladies Shoes and Stockins ? D o you never reach her the-Pinculhion ? D o you never fit on her Bed-fide,and fing to her ? H a 1 - Come, tell m e , that's m y good Boy. - (Makes much of km, Lean. Yes, I do fmgher afleepfometime?. Roeb. But do you never waken her again ? Lean. N o , but I conftantly wake m y felf; m y Reft's always difturbed by Vifions of the Devil. Roeb. W h o wou'd imagine now, that this young Shaver cou'd dream of a W o m a n fo foon? But what Songs does your Lady delight in moft ? Lean. Paffionate ones, Sir; I'll fing you one of'em, if you'll iiiy. Roeb. With all m y heart, m y little Cherubim. The Rogue is fond of fhe wing his Parts. - C o m e , begin. A S O N G: Set by Mr. Richardfon. i. How blefs'd are Lovers in dijguife ! Like Gods, they fee, As I do thee, Unfeen by human Eyes, Expos d to view, t m hid from you, I'm alter d, yet the fame ; The dark conceals me, Love reveals me; Love, which lights me by its Flame, 2. Were you not falfe, you me m u d know, For tho' your Eyes Cou'd not devife, Tour Heart had told you fo. Tour Heart wou'd beat FalAfnedOWT inrLetuom heve ce eLh aboaigyvnse eg Sr doy m nmiHlpgeiyahak tttehb ,fy l e imewen,o,d u ,' %d find: ' |