Song. in the Same

Moving to the melody of music's note, Observe the Turkish fair advance, Lightly as the Gossamer she seems to float, Thro' mazes of the Dance. Sportive is the measure, Thrilling is the pleasure, While in merry glee, the Sexes join: Deeper blushing roses, Ev'ry cheek discloses, Eyes with Lustre shine. Moving to the melody, &c.

When the Lover takes her glowing hand, With manly grace and ease, Can the dancing female, then withstand His gentle squeeze? No—She gives him then so languishing a glance, Grown tender, soft, and melting with the dance. Cupid, Cupid, God of Hearts, Dancing sharpens all your darts! Moving to the melody, &c.