STATE & 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 sollid 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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Monark's 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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II.
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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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& priz'd her far more than his Heavenly Crown:
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She too was pleas'd with her Beautiful Lover,
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she strack'd his fair Plumes and feasted her eye,
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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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III.
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Since Divine powers example have given,
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if we do not follow their precepts we sin,
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Sure 'twill appear an affront to their 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 that decree will be sinning,
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in Spring she will find the Winter of Age.
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IV.
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Think on the pleasure while love's in it glory,
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let not your scorn loves great Altar disgrace,
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The time it may 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 whilst love is fresh bloom-ing,
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and I in my heighth and vigour of day,
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Each minute we loose our pleasure's consuming,
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and seven years to come will not one past repay.
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V.
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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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Love's the soft Anvil where Nature's 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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VI.
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I see my dear Silvia at last has consented,
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that Blush in your Cheek does plainly appear,
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And nought but delay 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 Altar, 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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