THE
Contented Lovers;
OR,
Dioclesions WISH Obtain'd
Who for the Love of Fair Drusilla forsook his
Royalty.
To an Excellent New Play-House Tune, Sung at the OPERA.
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1.
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STill I'm wishing, still desiring,
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Still she's giving, I requiring,
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Yet each Gift I think too small,
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Still the more I am presented,
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Still the less I am contented,
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Tho' she vows she's given me all.
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2.
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Can Drusilla give no more,
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Has she lavisht all her store,
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Must my hopes to nothing fall,
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Ah! you know not half your Treasure,
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Give me more, give over measure,
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Yet you'll never give me all.
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3.
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Still your Love I do require,
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It is that I do desire,
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What you give me is too small,
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That I cannot be contented,
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'Till that I am more presented,
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For you have not given me all.
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4.
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Fair Drusilla is a Blessing,
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I could ever be possessing,
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You can never give in vain,
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Then bestow on me your Treasure,
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You can ne'er give over Measure,
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Nor can I [t]oo much obtain.
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5.
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Dioclesion I admire,
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What it is you do desire,
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You have Riffled all my store,
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Then Diocles be contented,
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I to the have all presented,
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What can you desire more.
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6.
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I at first my heart did give ye,
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Yet soon after you did leave me,
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When you did to Glory rise,
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You Aurelia did admire,
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And for her had such desire,
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That you did my Love despise.
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7.
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Then of joy you did bereave me,
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Yet Diocles I forgive ye,
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Let me then my Wish obtain,
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That you never more will Waver,
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For my heart is thine for ever,
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Then Diocles don't complain.
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8.
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Oh! ye Powers Divine and Loving,
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Let our Love be still improving,
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Make Diocles ever mine,
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For to him I've all presented,
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Make him then to be contented,
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And no longer to repine.
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I will love, and still adore ye,
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And forsake all Earthly Glory,
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Let us then to Shades retire,
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Where we'll love and live together,
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And in death we will not sever,
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But at once will both exspire.
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FINIS.
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