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<NAME>TCP Staff (Michigan)</NAME>
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<HEAD>Loves Power and Greatne&s;s, <HI>Or,</HI> The Charming Lovers Prai&s;e.</HEAD>
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<LG>
<L>Loves Mighty Accents founded Natures frame,</L>
<L>All that have being from Loves Fountain came;</L>
<L>That Univer&s;al good, Eternal joy,</L>
<L>Which yields the world fuch Sacred harmony:</L>
<L>Who&s;e charming power, no power has to &s;tay,</L>
<L>Through Earth, through Air, through Sea it finds away.</L>
</LG>
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<OPENER>To a New Play-hou&s;e Tune.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>She &s;ick upon her Bed doth lye, whil&s;t he's at Sea</L>
<L>Steering the Compa&s;s, away from her to flee;</L>
<L>But Cupid hits him with his Golden Dart,</L>
<L>And ma<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">es him likewi&s;e for to feel loves &s;mart.</L>
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<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodcut of gentleman and lady outdoors</FIGDESC>
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<FIGDESC>woodcut of compass rose</FIGDESC>
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<DIV2 N="1" TYPE="part">
<LG>
<L>CAn Life be a Ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>That's worth our po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing?</L>
<L>Can life be a ble&s;&s;ing if Love were away?</L>
<L>Ah no though our Love all night keeps us waking,</L>
<L>and though he torment us with cares all the day;</L>
<L>Yet he &s;weetens, he &s;weetens, our pains in the taking</L>
<L>theres an hour at the la&s;t, an hour to repay.</L>
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<LG>
<L>In every po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>So Heavenly a ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>in every po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing the fruit of our pain;</L>
<L>Poor Lovers forget long ages of angui&s;h,</L>
<L>what e're they have &s;<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="4 letters">'d and done to obtain;</L>
<L>'Tis a plea&s;ure, a plea&s;ure, to &s;igh, and to langui&s;h,</L>
<L>when we hope, when we hope, to be happy again.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For Love is a ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>That's worth our po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing?</L>
<L>great Love is that ble&s;&s;ing for which we contend;</L>
<L>Incircled to plea&s;ures, to charms that are la&s;ting,</L>
<L>how happy are Lovers that mutally bend:</L>
<L>O to manage, to manage, their loves without wa&s;ting</L>
<L>tho&s;e Heavenly, Heavenly moments to &s;pend.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is honour a ble&s;&s;ing</L>
<L>that's worth the po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing?</L>
<L>is Honour a ble&s;&s;ing if Love be deny'd?</L>
<L>Ah no but m<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter">&s;t glorious where love is adorning;</L>
<L>honour &s;hines brighte&s;t when love is apply'd</L>
<L>It &s;plendo s, it &s;plendors, like the rays of the morning,</L>
<L>all darting, all darting, from every &s;ide.</L>
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<DIV2 N="2" TYPE="part">
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<HEAD>The &s;econd part to the &s;ame Tune.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>When we by po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Create a new ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>when we by po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing are Charm'd with delight;</L>
<L>The ravi&s;hing plea&s;ure of Beauties &s;urprizing,</L>
<L>to cha&s;e the dark &s;haddows of care all the night:</L>
<L>And to &s;allace, to &s;allace, till <HI>Phoebus</HI> up-ri&s;ing,</L>
<L>does chear us, does chear us with the dazling light</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Ambitions no ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Nor pomp worth po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>ambition's no ble&s;&s;ing but fruitle&s;s and vain;</L>
<L>Like a Ship on the Ocean the Billows dividing,</L>
<L>till wrackt by a Tempe&s;t, and &s;unk in the Main:</L>
<L>But Beauty, bright beauty, Loves eternal abiding</L>
<L>no dangers, no dangers, can ever re&s;train.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Oh Loves the chief ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>And worthy po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>O love's the chief ble&s;&s;ing, by love the great frame</L>
<L>Of Nature was &s;etled, the Vniver&s;e founded,</L>
<L>and all that have being from Loves bounties came</L>
<L>In Paradi&s;e, Paradi&s;e, &s;weet Love it abounded,</L>
<L>and from our fir&s;t Parents de&s;cended by fame,</L>
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<LG>
<L>To Love is a ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>That's worth the profe&s;&s;ing.</L>
<L>to Love is a ble&s;&s;ing, where beauties are kind</L>
<L>Fame, honour, &amp; greatne&s;s, with all their dependants</L>
<L>as when Love, as when love, po&s;&s;e&s;&s;es the mind.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Tho&s;e Charms in po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Renew the great ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>tho&s;e Charms in po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing, continually breaths</L>
<L>Fre&s;h fancies of plea&s;ure, for Love is &s;till blooming</L>
<L>and glorious delight to our Bo&s;oms bequeaths:</L>
<L>whil&s;t we drink up, whil&s;t we drink up <HI>nectar</HI> con&s;uming</L>
<L>the moments, the moments, like Laurel we wreath</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then Loves the great ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>That's worthy po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>then Loves the great ble&s;&s;ing the glorious Love,</L>
<L>Tran&s;cendant enjoyments mo&s;t happy a&s;&s;igning</L>
<L>whole ages of plea&s;ure delightful mu&s;t prove,</L>
<L>The reward, the reward, of our toyl without pining</L>
<L>then let us, then let us, for ever thus move:</L>
<L><HI>then let us, then let us, for ever thus love.</HI></L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>London, <HI>Printed for</HI> Phillip Brooksby, at the Golden, Ball in We&s;t-&s;mithfield, <HI>neer the</HI> Ho&s;pital-gate.</P>
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