Airs to the songs

J. Johnson, 1783

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Página 5 - So disguise shall, by the disguised, Pay with falsehood false exacting, And perform an old contracting. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. — A Room in Mariana'* House. MARIANA discovered sitting; a Boy singing. SONG. Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Página cxix - No glory I covet ! no riches I want ! Ambition is nothing to me ! The one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant, Is a mind independent and free.
Página xxxix - No more of my Harriot, of Polly no more, Nor all the bright beauties that charm'd me before; My heart for a slave to gay Venus I've sold, And barter'd my freedom for ringlets of gold: I'll throw down my pipe, and neglect all my flocks, And will sing to my lass with the golden locks. Tho...
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