THAT little Patch upon your Face
Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair,
Wou’d seem a Foil, wou’d seem a Foil,
Wou’d seem a Foil on one less Fair:
On you it hides a charming Grace,
And you in Pity, you in Pity,
You in Pity plac’d it there;
On you it hides a Charming Grace,
And you in Pity, you in Pity,
In Pity plac’d it there.
And you in Pity, Pity,
And you in Pity plac’d it there.
A SONG.
Set and Sung by Mr. Leveridge at the
Theater.
[[Listen]]
IRIS beware when Strephon pursues you,
’Tis but to boast a Conquest won:
All his Designs are aim’d to undo you,
Break off the Love he has begun:
When he’s Addressing, and prays for the Blessing,
Which none but his Iris can give alone;
O then beware, ’tis all to undo you,
’Tis but to boast a Conquest won:
She that’s believing, while he is deceiving,
Like many already, will be undone;
Iris beware when Strephon pursues you,
’Tis but to boast a Conquest won.