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 Cou'd e'er o fix a Ranger,

as I am fixed now.

My mind till now in ranging,

like bees from flow'r to flow'r,

Was only pleas'd when changing,

but now can change no more.

For Bella, handſome Bella,

my dear I'm only thine,

Thy wit admits no fellow,

thy beauty is divine.

Ye powers, be kind, attend her,

and ard her from all harms,

From other men defend her,

conduct her to my arms.

If heaven grant me my honey,

a fig for all beides;

What care I for your money,

was Bella but my bride.

I'd range the world all over,

then in the golden ſhower,

Like Jove or Diana's lover,

in Bella's lap I'd pour,

The wealth of both the Indies,

and bleſs my dearet life,

With tore of richeſt dainties,

becoming ſuch a wife.