Sir Antony Love, or, The rambling lady a comedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants / written by Tho. Southerne.

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Sir Antony Love, or, The rambling lady a comedy as it is acted at the Theatre-Royal by Their Majesties servants / written by Tho. Southerne.
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Southerne, Thomas, 1660-1746.
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London :: Printed for R. Wellington ...,
MDCXCVIII [1698]
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A SONG in the Second ACT.

1.
PUrsuing Beauty, Men descry The distant Shore, and long to prove (Still richer in Variety) The Treasures of the Land of Love.
2.
We Women, like weak Indians, stand Inviting, from our Golden Coast, The wandring Rovers to our Land: But she, who Trades with 'em, is lost.
3.
With humble Vows they first begin, Stealing, unseen, into the Heart: But by Possession setled in, They quickly act another part.
4.
For Beads, and Baubles, we resign, In Ignorance, our shining Store. Discover Nature's richest Mine, And yet the Tyrants will have more.
5.
Be wise, be wise, and do not try, How he can Court, or you be Won: For Love is but Discovery, When that is made, the Pleasure's done.

A SONG in Dialogue, in the Fourth ACT.

Woman.
NO more, Sir, no more, I'll ev'n give it o're I see it is all but a Cheat; Your soft wishing Eyes, your Vows, and your Lies, Which thus so you often repeat.
Man.
'Tis you are to blame, who foolishly claim So silly a lean Sacrifice: But Lovers, who pray, must always obey, And bring down their Knees, and their Eyes.
Woman.
Of late you have made, Devotion a Trade In Loving, as well as Religion: But you cannot prove, thro' th' Ages of Love, any Worship was offer'd but One.
Man.
That one let it be, in which we agree, Leave Forms to the Maids, who are younger: We're both of a mind, make hast, and be kind, And continue a Goddess no longer.

SONG in the Fifth ACT. By Major-General Sackvile.

1.
IN vain Clemene you bestow The promis'd Empire of your Heart, If you refuse to let me know The wealthy Charms of every part.
2.
My Passion with your Kindness grew, Tho' Beauty gave the first desire: But Beauty only to pursue, Is following a wandring Fire.
3.
As Hills in Perspective suppress The free Enquiry of the Sight: Restraint makes every Pleasure less, And takes from Love the full delight.
4.
Faint Kisses may in part supply Those eager Longings of my Soul; But oh! I'm lost, if you deny A quick possession of the whole.
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