SEE how fair and fine she lies,
Upon her Bridal Bed;
No Lady at the Court,
So fit for the Sport,
Oh she look’d so curiously White and Red:
After the first and second time,
The weary Bridegroom slacks his Pace;
But Oh! she cries, come, come my Joy,
And cling thy Cheek close to my Face:
Tinkle, tinkle, goes the Bell under the Bed,
Whilst Time and Touch they keep;
Then with a Kiss,
They end their Bliss,
And so fall fast asleep.
A Song. Set by Mr. J. ISUM.
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CORINNA if my Fate’s to love you,
Corinna if my Fate’s to love you,
Where’s the harm in saying so?
Corinna if my Fate’s to love you,
Where’s the harm in saying so?
Why shou’d my Sighs, why shou’d my Sighs,
Why shou’d my Sighs and Fondness move you?
To encrease, to encrease your Shepherd’s Woe:
Flame pent in still burns and scorches,
’Till it burns a Lover’s Heart:
Love declar’d like lighted Torches,
Wastes it self and gives less Pain:
Love declar’d like lighted Torches,
Wastes it self, wastes it self,
Wastes it self, and gives less Smart.
