The sham Pretender Prince of W
The Prig, they sent o'er to be our K
The sham, &c.
When the bold Scots own'd no such thing,
Fled like a Devil home to Gallia;
The sham, &c.
Did we love Honours kind Caresses,
Like toping we all Heroes should be;
Did we love, &c.
For 'mongst our Cup perpetually,
We should be sure of grand Successes;
Did we love, &c.
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The Solemn Lover. A New Song, made
to entertain the Persons of Quality, and
other my Friends at my Play. The
Words made to a pretty Minuet, Compos'd
by Mr. Hendell.
WHEN the Spring in Glory,
Fragrant and flowery,
Just had thrust Winter out, storming and showery,
Celladon gallanting
Celia, was chanting
A pleasant Tale of his Fortunes past;
Ah! my dearest Pleasure,
Joy beyond Measure,
Richer than all the Jems of India's Treasure:
When alluring Beauty
Prostrates my Duty,
