Song, p.38.

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To the Tune of, I fixed my Fancy on her


BRight Cynthia’s power divinely great, 

What heart is not obeying? 

A thousand Cupids on her wait, 

And in her eyes are playing. 

She seems the queen of love to reign; 

For she alone dispences 

Such sweets as best can entertain 

The gust of all the senses. 


Her face a charming prospect brings, 

Her breath gives balmy blisses; 

I hear an angel when the sings, 

And taste of heaven in kisses. 

Four senses thus she feasts with joy, 

From nature’s richest treasure: 

Let me the other sense employ, 

And I shall die with pleasure. 

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