A SONG.
Set by Mr. Pack.
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FAREWEL ungrateful Traytor,
Farewel my Perjur’d Swain:
Let never injur’d Creature,
Believe a Man again:
The pleasure of possessing,
Surpasses all expressing;
But Joys too short a Blessing,
And love too long a Pain:
But Joys too short a Blessing,
And Love too long a Pain.
’Tis easie to deceive us,
In pity of your Pain;
But when we Love, you leave us,
To rail at you in vain:
Before we have descry’d it,
There is no Bliss beside it;
But she that once has try’d it,
Will never Love again.
The Passion you pretended,
Was only to obtain;
But when the Charm is ended,
The Charmer you disdain:
Your Love by ours we measure,
’Till we have lost our Treasure;
But dying is a Pleasure,
When living is a Pain.