STATE and AMBITION
A New SONG
AT THE
DUKES THEATRE.
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STate and Ambition alas will deceive ye,
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there's no solid joy but the blessing of love,
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Scorn does of pleasure fair Silvia bereave ye,
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your fame is not perfect till that you remove,
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Monarchs that sway the vast Globe in their glory,
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now love is their brightest jewel of power,
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Poor Strephons heart was ordain'd to adore ye
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ah! then disdain his passion no more.
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Jove in his Throne was the victim of Beauty,
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his thunder laid by he from Heaven came down,
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Shap'd like a Swan to fair Leda paid duty,
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and priz'd her far more then his heavenly crown
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She too was pleas'd with her beautiful lover,
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she stroak'd his fair plumes and she feasted her eyes
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And he too in loving knew well how to move her
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by billing begins the business of joys.
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Since Divine powers examples hath given,
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if we do not follow their precepts we sin,
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Sure 'twill appear an affront to the Heaven,
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if when the Gates open we enter not in:
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Beauty my dearest was from the beginning,
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ordained to cool mans amorous rage,
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And she that against this decree will be sinning.
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in Spring she will find the Winter of age.
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Think on the pleasure while loves in it's glory,
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let not your scorn loves great Alter disgrace,
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T he time it will come when no Swain will adore ye,
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or smooth the least wrincle age lays on your face:
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Then hast to enjoyment while love is fresh blooming
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and I in my height and vigor of day,
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Each minute we loose, our pleasures consuming,
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and seven years to come will not one past repay.
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Think my dear Silvia the Heavenly blessing,
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of loving in youth is the crown of our days,
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Short are the hours where love is possessing,
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but tedious the minutes when crost with delays:
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L ove's the soft Anvil where Natures agreeing,
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all mankind are form'd and by it they move,
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'Tis thence my dear Silvia and I have our being,
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the Cesar and Swain spring from almighty love.
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I see my near Silvia at last has consented,
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that blush in your Cheeks does plainly appear,
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And nought but delays shall be ever repented,
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so faithful i'le prove, and so true to my dear,
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Then Hymen prepare and light all thy Torches,
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perfume thy head Alter and strew all the way,
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By little degrees love makes his approaches,
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but revels at night for the loss of the day.
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