Songs Set To Music: 19. Set By Mr. C. R.

Phillis, give this humour over, We too long have time abused; I shall turn an errant rover If the favour's still refused. Faith 'tis nonsense out of measure, Without ending thus to see Women forced to taste a pleasure Which they love as well as we. Let not pride and folly share you, We were made but to enjoy; Ne'er will Age or Censure spare you E'er the more for being coy. Never fancy time's before you; Youth believe me will away; Then, alas! who will adore you, Or to wrinkles tribute pay? All the swains on you attending Show how much your charms deserve; But, miser-like, for fear of spending You amidst your plenty starve. While a thousand freer lasses, Who their youth and charms employ, Though your beauty theirs surpasses, Live in far more perfect joy.