The SHEPHERDS Petition
TO
The Goddess of Beauty.
To an Excellent New Play-House Tune, called, Let the Souldiers rejoyce.
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LEt my Celia prove kind,
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Of a gentle soft mind,
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Since she's fair as the Be-----ams of the Morning;
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Enthron'd within her Eye,
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Thousand young Cupids lye,
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With the Graces, the Graces, this Beauty adorning.
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How fair her Cheeks show,
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Where the white Lillies grow.
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And how sweet are her Cha----rms and her Kisses;
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(Those softer Seals of Love)
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Does entangle great Jove,
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And to Court her, to Court her, is all that he wishes.
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Her Breasts (like the Snow)
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Are Fountains, that flow
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With Kindness, and Swe------etness, and Pleasure;
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And then the Folden Mine,
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(More delightful than Wine)
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Makes me ever, forever, to wish for the Treasure.
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This Jewel and Prize,
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(That Dazels all Eyes)
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Sweet Venus now gi-----ve to a Lover;
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With Celia let me rest,
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(In her soft Arms be blest)
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And I'll love her, I'll love her, and never give over.
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Love that does Refine,
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('Tis a Passion Divine)
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In the Great, and the Bra----ve, and the Witty;
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It sweetens every thing,
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Makes a Peasant a King,
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Makes the Plough to be pleasant as Court or the City.
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With Celia let me live,
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She all Joys can give,
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Such is the bright Beau-----ties great Power;
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Around the Woods we'd range,
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And while all things do change,
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We'll be constant, be constant, and happy each hour.
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If any Change we make,
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Let it be for each sake,
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I only your Hea----rt thus possessing;
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Thus (Fairest) you have mine,
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And let me hove thine,
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'Twill bring me Delight, true Delight, and a Blessing.
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Each morning Linnets too,
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Shall sweetly Court and Wooe,
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Fair Celia, and pra----ise heir bright Beauty;
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The Fawns shall wait on thee,
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And thy pretty Pages be,
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To follow, to follow, they'll think it their Duty.
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Come then (my Dear) with me,
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And I'll leave all for thee,
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Let us flye to the Do----wns, free from trouble;
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For there we soon shall find,
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That the whispering Wind,
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Will declare, will declare, that the World is a Bubble.
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