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Show me on earth a thing so rare, I'll own all miracles are true; To make one maid sincere and fair, O, 'tis the utmost Heaven can do.

LIFE IS DARKENED O'ER WITH WOE.

Life is darkened o'er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Wine's the soul of joy below; Blessed by Bacchus, rosy wine Makes a mortal half divine, Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, Bacchus, Bacchus, I adore thee.

Life is darkened o'er with woe, Bid the ruddy nectar flow, Love's the soul of life below: Blessed by beauty, rosy wine Makes a mortal all divine- Fill, oh fill the cup before thee, Venus, Venus, I adore thee.

AH! MEN, WHAT SILLY THINGS YOU ARE.

Ah, men what silly things you are, To women thus to humble; Who, fowler-like, but spreads her snare, Or at her silly game takes aim, Pop, pop, and down you tumble. Ah, men, &c.