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 And tho' some petty Scandal Pursue this Venial Fact, Her Mother she swears Zoons and Ct Her Honour is intact, And her fa, la, la, la, &c.

Oh Phillis, then be wise, And give Ease to Lover's rack'd,       For your fa, la, la, la, &c. Let Coyness be abated, You know the Pitcher's crack'd,       By a fa, la, la, la, &c. For shame, let lowsie Taylors No more your Love trapan, Since nine of 'em, you know 'tis said, Can hardly make a man; With a fa, la, la, la, &c.

A, in my Comedy of the Marriage Hater match'd: Set by Mr. Henry Purcell. The Tune to be found prick'd in his Orph. Brit.

AS soon as the Chaos was turn'd into Form, And the first Race of Men knew a Good from a Harm, They quickly did joyn In a Knowledge divine, That the World's chiefest Blessings were Women and Wine: Since when by Example, improving Delights, Wine governs our Days, Love and Beauty our Nights; Love on then, and drink, 'Tis a Folly to think On a Mystery out of our Reaches; Be moral in Thought, To be Merry's no Fault,