A NEW SONG by ANONYMOUS

Ye Beaus of Pleasure,
Whose Wit at Leasure,
Can count Loves Treasure,
It's Joy and Smart;
At my desire,
With me retire,
To know what fire,
Consumes my Heart:
At my desire,
With me retire,
To know what fire,
Consumes my Heart.

Three Moons that hasted,
Are hardly wasted,
Since I was blasted,
With Beauty's Ray:
@3Aurora@1 shews ye,
No Face so Rosie,
No @3July@1's Posie,
So fresh and gay.
@3Aurora@1, &c.

Her Skin by Nature,
No @3Ermin@1 better,
Tho' that fine Creature,
Is white as Snow;
With blooming Graces,
Adorn'd her Face is,
Her flowing Tresses,
As black as Sloe.
With, &c.

She's Tall and Slender,
She's Soft and Tender,
Some God commend her,
My Wit's too low:
'Twere Joyful plunder,
To bring her under,
She's all a wonder,
From Top to Toe.
'Twere joyful, &c.

Then cease ye Sages,
To quote dull Pages,
That in all Ages,
Our Minds are free:
Tho' great your Skill is,
So strong the Will is,
My Love for @3Phillis@1,
Must ever be.
Tho' great, &c.

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