DIVINE Astrea hither flew,
To Cynthia’s brighter Throne;
She left the Iron World below,
To bless the Silver Moon:
She left the Iron World below,
To bless the Silver Moon.
Tho’ Phœbus with his hotter Beams,
Do’s Gold in Earth Create;
That leads those wretches to Extreams,
Of Av’rice, Lust, and Hate.
A Song in the Surpriz’d Lovers. Set by
Mr. John Eccles, Sung by Mr. Bowman.
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WHEN first I saw her charming Face,
Her taking Shape and moving Grace;
My Rosie Cheeks, my Rosie Cheeks did glow with heat,
My Heart and my Pulse did beat, beat, beat,
My Heart and my Pulse did beat;
I wish’d for a, I wish’d for a, do you, do you guess what,
Do you guess what makes Soldiers fight,
Soldiers Fight, and States-men Plot.
Subdues us all in every thing,
And makes, makes a Subject of a King;
Still she deny’d, and I reply’d,
Away she flew, I did pursue,
At last I catch’d her fast;
But oh! had you seen, but oh! had you seen,
Had you seen what had past between;
Oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear, I fear, oh! I fear,
I fear, I fear, I have spoil’d her Wast.