The Happy Lovers:
OR, The Damsels Invitation to her Gallant to
Prepare to be happy to Morrow.
To a new Play-house Tune
Licensed according to Order.
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HOW happys that Lover who after long years,
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Of wishing, and doubting, despairing, & sorrow,
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That hears his kind Mistress say, Shake off thy Tears,
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and prepare to be happy to morrow tomorrow,
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prepare to be happy tomorrow.
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II.
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Jove of Io possest, or on Dianas Breast,
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Was never so happy, so really blest,
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As Silvia woud be, might he laugh love and say,
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Let the Sun rise in State, for tomorrows the day,
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tomorrow, tomorrows the day.
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III.
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When after long courting and cringing, you find,
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The scornfull young Lady has learned this Lesson,
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And tells you that she is resolvd to be kind,
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and orders you strait to prepare for the Blessing,
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for tomorrow, tomorrows the day.
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IV.
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Her Heart being conquerd, shell cease to be coy,
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Her Frowns being turned to Raptures of Joy,
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The Lover no longer need sigh, beg, and pray,
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Fair Cynthia she tells him to morrows the day,
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tomorrow, tomorrows the day.
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V.
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She finds it a Folly to struggle with Love,
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Whose powerfull Charms her Affections did move,
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So that over-night a kind Kiss she will borrow,
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And bids him prepare to be happy tomorrow,
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prepare to be happy tomorrow.
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VI.
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Tho Seven long years ye may sigh and complain,
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Yet when the whole Prize you at length shall obtain,
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She soon puts a period to sighs, grief, and sorrow,
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And bids him prepare to be happy tomorrow,
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prepare to be happy tomorrow.
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VII.
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Young Lasses are made for their Lovers delight,
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And tho they may seem many proffers to slight,
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Why yet after all, they will willingly say,
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Prepare to be happy, tomorrows the day,
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tomorrow, tomorrows the day.
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VIII.
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When as the young Nymph with an amorous Glance,
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Shall smile an her Lover, and whispering say,
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The sweet Wedding-Jig she is willing to dance,
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And tells him to morrow, to morrows the day,
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tomorrow, tomorrows the day.
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IX.
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What tho many Blushes at first did appear,
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At length being void of that timerous fear,
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The greatest of Hazards shell willingly run,
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And venture to do as her Mother has done,
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and tells him tomorrows the day.
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X.
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She vexes and frets that so long she was shie,
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which gave to her Lover much Torment and Sor-row,
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Saith she, Now the critical Minute is nigh,
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and therefore prepare to be happy tomorrow,
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prepare to be happy tomorrow.
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