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A TABLE of the SONGS.

ACT I.

AIR.

I. The manners of the great affect.

II. What can wealth.

III. He that weds a beauty.

IV. My confcience is of courtly mold.
V. In pimps and politicians.

VI. She who hath felt a real pain.

VII. Farewel, farewel, all hopes of bliss.
VIII. Defpair is all folly.

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IX. Iwill have my bumours, I'll please all my
fenfes.

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X. When billows come breaking on the ftrand. 23 XI. When a woman jealous grows.

XII. When kings by their buffing.

XIII. The crow or daw thro' all the year.

XIV. How can you be fo teazing.

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XXVII. I hate thofe coward tribes.

XXIX. When I'm great, and flush of treasure.

XVIII. Better to doubt.

XX. Love now is nought but art.

XXI. As pilgrims thro' devotion.

XXII. Why did you spare him?

XXIII. Sleep, Ob, Sleep!

XXIV. Of all the fins that are money-fupplying.

XXV. By women won.

XXVI. Woman's like the flatt'ring ocean.

XXVIII. Cheer up, my lads, let us push on the fray. 41

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XIX. Abroad after miffes most husbands will roam. 32

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XXX. Shall I not be bold when honour calls. XXXI. How many men have found the skill. XXXII. Fine women are devils, complete in their way, ib. XXXIII. Tho' different paffions rage by turns.

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XXXIV.

AIR

XXXIV. The world is always jarring.
XXXV. In love and life the prefent use.

XXXVI. We never blame the forward fwain.
XXXVII. My heart is by love forfaken.
XXXVIII. By halves no friend.

: XXXIX. If husbands fit unfteady.
XL. The body of the brave may be taken.
XLI. For gold you facrifice your fame.
XLII. When gold is in hand.

XLIII. Honour calls me from thy arms.

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: XLIV. Honour plays a bubble's part. XLV. When ambition's ten years toils.

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XLVI. Defpair leads to battle, no courage fe great. 57
XLVII. Virtue's treasure.

XLVIII. The fportfmen keep hawks, &c.

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XLIX. What man can on virtue or courage repose.
L. Love with beauty is flying.
LI. When borns with chearful found.
LII. By bolder fteps we win the race.
LIII. When the tyger roams.

LIV. We the fword of juftice drawing.

LV. Know then, war's my pleasure.
LVI. How faultlefs does the nymph appear.
LVII. As fits the fad turtle alone on the spray.
LVIII. Victory is ours.

LVIX. The foldiers, who by trade muft dare.

LX. When right or wrong's decided.

LXI. All crimes are judg'd like fornication.

LXII. All friendship is a mutual debt.

LXIII. Can words exprefs the pain.

LXIV. The modeft lily, like the maid.

LXV. Whilft I gaze in fond defiring.

LXVI. The fex, we find.

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LXVII. The flag, when chas'd all the long day.

LXVIII. My heart forebodes he's dead.

LXIX. Why that languish.

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LXX. Frail is ambition, how weak the foundation. ib. LXXI. Juftice long forbearing.

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I.Roberts del.

Publisha for Bells British Theatre, February 11777

Thornthwaite Se

M. MATTOCKS in the Character of ACHILLES. How I pant! How I burn for the fight.