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 [''Mirthfully Mad. A Swift Movement.'']

Or if more influencing, Is to be Brisk and Airy; With a Step and a Bound, And a Frisk from the Ground, I'll trip like any Fairy. As once an Ida dancing Were three Cœlestial Bodies, With an Air, and a Face, And a Shape, and a Grace, I'll charm, like Beauties Goddess, With an Air, &c.

[Melancholly Madness.]

Ah, 'tis in vain, 'tis all, 'tis all in vain;         } Death and Despair must end the fatal Pain:            } Cold, cold Despair, disguis'd like Snow and Rain,     } Falls on my Breast, bleak Winds in Tempests blow, My Veins all shiver, and my Fingers glow; My Pulse beats a dead March, for lost Repose, And to a solid lump of Ice my poor fond Heart is froze.

[Fantastically Mad.]

Or, say ye Powers, my Peace to crown, Shall I thaw my self, and drown Amongst the foaming Billows; Increasing, all with Tears I shed On Beds of Ooze, and Chrystal Pillows. Lay down, lay down my lovesick Head. Say, say, ye Powers, my Peace to crown, Shall I, shall I thaw myself, and drown?

[Stark Mad.]

No, no, no, no, I'll straight run mad, Mad, mad, mad, mad, that soon my Heart will warm; Whene'er the Sense is fled, is fled, Love has no Power, no Power to charm.