[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.
