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<HEAD>Loves, Triumph over Ba&s;hfulne&s;s OR, <HI>The Pleas of</HI> HONOUR <HI>and</HI> CHASTITY <HI>over-ruled.</HI></HEAD>
<HEAD TYPE="sub">Being a plea&s;ant New Play-Song by way of Dialogue between <HI>Celia</HI> and <HI>Strephon.</HI></HEAD>
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<L><HI>When Love takes up his Arms, all force mu&s;t yield,</HI></L>
<L><HI>He will be Victor, his mu&s;t be the Field:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Vain is Re&s;i&s;tance no force could e're with&s;tand</HI></L>
<L><HI>The &s;wift-wing'd &s;hofts &s;ent by his nimble hand:</HI></L>
<L>Celia <HI>brings Honour, Cha&s;tity, and fame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Not dreaming but they can re&s;i&s;t the &s;ame;</HI></L>
<L><HI>But that they were not proof the Nymph &s;oon found,</HI></L>
<L><HI>For through them all, Love did her bo&s;ome wound.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To a plea&s;ant new Play-Hou&s;e Tune.</OPENER>
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<L>ON the Banks of a River, clo&s;e under a &s;hade,</L>
<L>young Celia and Strephon one evening were lap'd,</L>
<L>The youth pleaded &s;trongly for the fruits of his Love</L>
<L>But Honour had won her his flames to reprove:</L>
<L>She cry'd where's the lu&s;ture when clouds &s;hade the Sun</L>
<L>Or what is Rich Nectar, the ta&s;te being gone,</L>
<L>Among&s;t flowers on the &s;talk, &s;weete&s;t odours do dwell,</L>
<L>The Ro&s;e being gathered, it loo&s;eth its &s;mell.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Strephon.</SPEAKER>
<L>My deare&s;t of Nymphs the brisk Shepherd reply'd,</L>
<L>If e're thou would&s;t argue, begin on Loves-&s;ide:</L>
<L>In matters of State, let all rea&s;on be &s;hown.</L>
<L>But Love is a power will be rul'd by his own:</L>
<L>Nor need the coy La&s;&s;es be counted &s;o rare,</L>
<L>For &s;candal can't touch the cha&s;t and the Fair:</L>
<L>Mo&s;t &s;carce are the joys Loves Alimbeck does fill,</L>
<L>And Ro&s;es are &s;weete&s;t when brought to the Still.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Celia.</SPEAKER>
<L>But alas cry'd the Nymph, when my Beauty is gone,</L>
<L>Love will take wing and will leave us to moan;</L>
<L>But Honour's more la&s;ting where vertue does reign,</L>
<L>It finds no decay, but for aye will remain:</L>
<L>And fre&s;hly will blo&s;&s;om, although in the Grave,</L>
<L>When Love is forgotten it trophies will have,</L>
<L>O think of Diana the Hunters chaft Queen,</L>
<L>How &s;he for her vertue renowned hath been,</L>
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<SPEAKER>Strephon.</SPEAKER>
<L>No more of the&s;e fancies then Strephon reply'd,</L>
<L>But let this coole &s;hade your coy blu&s;hes now hide,</L>
<L>For what were &s;uch creatures by Heaven fir<GAP DESC="illegible" EXTENT="2 letters"> made,</L>
<L>Or why was Love &s;ent this great world to invade;</L>
<L>It's power be &s;o weak to fond Vertue to yield,</L>
<L>And &s;uch a bright beauty could cha&s;e him the Field:</L>
<L>No more of this coyne&s;s, my Celia no more,</L>
<L>Let's riot in plea&s;ures and never give o're.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Celia.</SPEAKER>
<L>The Nymph with &s;uch blu&s;hes that u&s;hers the morn,</L>
<L>Turn'd from him her face, whil&s;t fair tre&s;&s;es adorn</L>
<L>Her Ivory white &s;houlders, and faintly thus &s;aid</L>
<L>Forbear now to tempt thus a harmle&s;s young Maid:</L>
<L>To &s;uch fond enjoyments as vertue will maim</L>
<L>'Tis plea&s;ures more la&s;ting &s;weet Strephon I aim,</L>
<L>For lo&s;t Virgin honour there's nought can repair,</L>
<L>And &s;he that doth loo&s;e it no longer is Fair.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Strephon.</SPEAKER>
<L>Yet &s;ighing, the Shepherd Suit did renew,</L>
<L>And implor'd that &s;ince &s;he her kind heart did &s;ubdue</L>
<L>She'd own the poor victim her eyes did obtain,</L>
<L>And no longer require his kind love with di&s;dain:</L>
<L>But whil&s;t the young Kids &amp; the lams they did play</L>
<L>And the bleating flocks o're the plains they did &s;tray:</L>
<L>Vpon the blew bed of &s;weet Violets that &s;he,</L>
<L>Would yield, yield him her, and for ever be free.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Celia.</SPEAKER>
<L>Mu&s;t I break all my vows, the fair nymph did return,</L>
<L>With eyes that like Phebus at noon-day did burn,</L>
<L>Oh what will the World of poor Celia then &s;ay,</L>
<L>If &s;he &s;hould the laws of Loves Archer obey:</L>
<L>Who his Bow and his Shafts &s;o oft have difyis's</L>
<L>And &s;till &s;mil'd at tho&s;e o're whom love tyranniz'd</L>
<L>But why &s;hould I name it, I may do &s;o &s;till,</L>
<L>With that a &s;oft &s;igh her fair bo&s;ome did fill.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Strephon.</SPEAKER>
<L>Which Strephon well noting full &s;oon e&s;pyes</L>
<L>A yielding to love in bright Celias bright eyes,</L>
<L>And though coyly she &s;eemes his &s;uit togain-&s;ay,</L>
<L>Yet he found by her glances she &s;oon would obey;</L>
<L>When he in his arms the fair nymph did embrace,</L>
<L>And cry'd my &s;weet Celia, O turn not thy face:</L>
<L>For the world is benighted, the Sun once away,</L>
<L>And your eyes turned from me no longer 'tis day.</L>
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<SPEAKER>Celia.</SPEAKER>
<L>Then &s;ighing and blushing they long time &s;at mute,</L>
<L>No longer being able again&s;t love to di&s;pute:</L>
<L>O honour she cry'd mu&s;t I bid thee adieu;</L>
<L>and what I have bread of love mu&s;t I prove true;</L>
<L>But alas should I yield now dear Strephon, and there</L>
<L>Her &s;ighs and her blushes the re&s;t did declare,</L>
<L>Which the Shepherd to &s;mother embrac'd with a ki&s;s</L>
<L>And after &s;ome &s;trugling she yielded to bli&s;s.</L>
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<L>And under the Shade by a murmering Spring,</L>
<L>Loves &s;weets they enjoy'd, whil&s;t birds they do Sing</L>
<L>And warble their Ditties the Lovers to chear,</L>
<L>Who offer'd to Venus without any fear:</L>
<L>No more she her honour oppo&s;es to love,</L>
<L>But under each Shade does the pleasure approve;</L>
<L>Though blushing &s;eems coy, yet she burns with de&s;ire</L>
<L>And in her &s;oft brea&s;t she does cherish Loves Fire.</L>
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