Charity & Beauty United;
OR,
The Charitable Beauties Deserved Praise.
Charity and Beauty here are met,
As you will find, like Gold with Diamonds set;
Such Twins do seldom fail to gain applause,
When either Mans desire and Wishes draws.
A Pleasant New SONG.
To the Tune of, Joy to the Bridegroom.
This may be Printed, R.P.
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NElage Charming, kind, and Fair,
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With her no Nymph could yet compare,
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Beauteous, witty, frank and free,
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And so for ever may she be:
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beauteous, Witty, Frank and free,
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and so for ever may she be.
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Though in an humble Cottage bred,
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A while a private Life she lead,
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Yet Love with all his potent fires,
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Her eyes had arm'd to raise desires;
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yet Love with all his potent fires,
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her eyes had arm'd to raise desires.
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The wandring Shepherds all did gaze,
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And much her infant Beauty praise;
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Each strove a happiness to gain,
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And Sigh'd as if he was in pain:
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each strove a happiness to gain,
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and sigh'd as if he was in pain.
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But none could cast so fair a Lost,
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Fortune for her had larger thought,
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And lent her her kind hand to rise,
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Where she might Dazle mortal Eyes;
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and lent her her kind hand to rise,
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where she might dazle mortal eyes,
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Whilst Beauty and good wit conspir'd,
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To give her all that she desir'd;
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Yet in her Sphere she not disdains
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To Smile upon the humble Swains.
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yet in her Sphere she not disdains
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to Smile upon the humble Swains.
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Op'ning her hand to give them store,
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Whom she is conscious are but poor;
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And chiefly those whom debt makes moan,
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Within the Rigid Walls of Stone:
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and chiefly those, etc.
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With pittying eyes she oft surveys,
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Their during Holds, and often pays
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The ransome of some Captive Swain,
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And sends him to his Flocks again.
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the Ransome, etc.
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Those Poor ones too, that often wait,
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Seldome go empty from her Gate;
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Thus Beauty, Charity, and Wit
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Triumphant in one Creature Sit.
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thus beauty, Charity, and Wit,
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Triumphant, etc.
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Thus she disdains not to be free,
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Remembering how that lately she
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With harmless mirth rejoyc'd the Swains
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And took delight to tread the Plains.
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with harmless mirth rejoyc'd the Swains,
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and took Delight to tread the Plains.
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Which cause the Shepherds oft to Sing,
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Whilst all the Neighbouring Valleys ring.
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And Tune their Pipes unto her praise,
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With gentle yet with charming Lays.
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and Tune their pipes, etc.
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Thus Beauty and good humour met,
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And hand in hand they Travel yet;
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Compassions Beaming from her Eyes,
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And Bounty in her Bosome lies.
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Compassion beaming, etc.
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Nor has she frowns to drive away
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Those her Charity do pray,
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But lets them plainly see the while
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Good Nature in a Beauteous Smile.
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but lets them plainly see the while,
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good Nature in a beauteous Smile.
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