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Show Sir A N T O N Y LOVE: Or, A SONG in the Second A€t. I. PUrfuing Beauty, Men defcry The diflant Shoar, and long to prove (Still richer in Variety) The Treafures of the Land of Love. II. We Women, like weak Indians, ftand Inviting, from our Golden Coafl, The wandring Rovers to our Land: But fhe, who Trades with 'em, is lofl. III. With humble Vows they firft begin, Stealing, unfeen, into the Heart: But by Poffefon fettled in, They quickly aft another part. IV. For Beads, and Baubles, we refign, In Ignorance, our fhining Store ; Vifcover Nature's richeft Mine, And yet the Tyrants will have more. V. Be wife, be wife, and do not try, How he can Court, or )ou be Won : For Love is but Difcovery, When that is made, the Pleafure's done. The RAMBLING LADY, iff A S O N G in Dialogue, in the Fourth A6r. WOMAN. X T O more, Sir, no more, I'll ev'n give it o'er X N 1 fee it is all but * Cheat; roar foft wifhmg Eyes, your Vows, and your Lies, Which thus fi you often repeat. ft MAN. Vis you are to blame, whofoolifhly claim So filly a lean Sacrifice: But Lovers, who pray, muft always obey, And bring down their Knees, and their Eyes. WOMAN. Of late you have made Devotion a Trade In Loving, as well as Religion: But you cannot prove, thro' th' Ages of Love, Any Worfhip was offer'd but One. MAN. That one let it be, in which we agree, Leave Forms to the Maids, who are younger: We're both of a Mind, make hafte, and be kind, And continue a Goddefs no longer. • m 1 V #., • • ft. warn • ..-|te A S O N G in the Fifth Aft. By Major- Gcneral Sackvile. I. I N vain, C!emene,^o« beftow lhe promts d Empire of your Heart, If you refufe to let me know The wealthy Charms of every Part, 11 Mj •I I • ••sir ^B |