Lying Lover, The - Song
1.
Venus has left her Grecian Isles,
With all her gaudy Train
Of little Loves, soft Cares and Smiles,
In my larger Breast to reign.
2.
Ye tender Herds, and list'ning Deer,
Forget your Food, forget your Fear,
The bright Victoria will be here.
3.
The Savages about me throng,
Mov'd with the Passion of my Song,
And think Victoria stays too long.
Enter Bookwit with Bottle and Glass singing.
S INCE the Day of poor Man,
That little little Span,
Tho' long it can't last,
For the future, and past
Is spent with Remorse and Despair.
With such a full Glass
Let that of Life pass,
'Tis made up of Trouble,
A Storm tho' a Bubble,
There's no Bliss but forgetting your Care.
Venus has left her Grecian Isles,
With all her gaudy Train
Of little Loves, soft Cares and Smiles,
In my larger Breast to reign.
2.
Ye tender Herds, and list'ning Deer,
Forget your Food, forget your Fear,
The bright Victoria will be here.
3.
The Savages about me throng,
Mov'd with the Passion of my Song,
And think Victoria stays too long.
Enter Bookwit with Bottle and Glass singing.
S INCE the Day of poor Man,
That little little Span,
Tho' long it can't last,
For the future, and past
Is spent with Remorse and Despair.
With such a full Glass
Let that of Life pass,
'Tis made up of Trouble,
A Storm tho' a Bubble,
There's no Bliss but forgetting your Care.
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