'If I would not give up the three Graces; 'Those faces want nature and spirit, 'Those who toast all the Family Royal 'Were VIRGIL alive, with his PHILLIS, Both his PHILLIS and fair AMARYLLIS 'When she smiles on each guest, like her liquor, Then jealousy sets me agog! To be sure, she 's a bit for the Vicar; And so I shall lose MOLLY MOG!' SONGS FROM THE BEGGAR'S OPERA. YOUTH 's the season made for joys! Love is then our duty! While we may! Beauty's a flower, despised in decay! CHORUS. Youth's the season made for joys! &c. Let us drink and sport to-day! Ours is not to-morrow! Love, with Youth, flies swift away! Dance and sing! Time 's on the wing! Life never knows the return of Spring! CHORUS. Let us drink and sport to-day! &c. MACHEATH'S SONG. How happy could I be with either, But tol de rol, tol de rol, &c. POLLY'S SONG. CEASE your funning! Are but malice, To seduce my constant man! By their flirting, Women oft have envy shown; Others' wooing; Never happy in their own! LOCKIT'S SONG. WHEN you censure the Age, Be cautious and sage; Lest the Courtiers offended should be! If you mention Vice, or Bribe, 'Tis so pat to all the tribe, Each cries, 'That was levelled at me!' COLIN AND LUCY. OF Leinster, famed for Maidens fair, Till luckless love and pining care Her dainty lip, her damask cheek, Ah! have you seen a lily pale, By Lucy warned; of flattering Swains Of vengeance due to broken vows, Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring; And at her window, shrieking thrice, The raven flapped his wing. Full well the love-lorn Maiden knew And thus, in dying words, bespoke 'I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Of a false Swain, and broken heart, Am I to blame, because the Bride 'Ah! COLIN! Give not her thy vows! Nor thou, rash Girl! return his kiss; Impatient both prepare! But know, false Man! and know, fond Maid! Poor Lucy will be there! 'Then bear my corse, ye comrades dear! This Bridegroom blithe to meet: He in his wedding trim so gay; I in my winding sheet!' She spoke. She died. Her corse was borne The Bridegroom blithe to meet: He in his wedding trim so gay; She in her winding sheet, |