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NOR all deserve the biting Satyr's Sting, / The Muse can Virtue's too, in tuneful Numbers sing; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 470 1: 470 (1) / Hampstead-Wells. / PART II. (1) Hampstead-Wells. PART II. (1) Hampstead-Wells. Part II. Printer B. Bragge 1706-1706

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NOR all deserve the biting Satyr's Sting, The Muse can Virtue's too, in tuneful Numbers sing; High as thy Hill, and healthful as thy Air, Thou happy Hampstead too can'st boast thy Fair. Tho' Julia, cloy'd with Praise, and early Vain, Did in her Choice her former Glories stain; Tho' Messala appear profusely Gay, And as she moves, diffuse a borrow'd Ray; Lys in Devotion shew an early Saint, And seem an Angel in a Mask of Paint; Chloris, and Daphne, and Semel employ Unlawful Arts, to cultivate their Joy, And hide, beneath the bending Busk, the Boy. Thou charming Delia, shalt forever live In Lines, immortal as the Muse can give. The Muse, transported with the glorious Theme, Flows to the Measures of the purling Stream; Clear as thy Skin, where purple Rivers stray, And where at Ease, the dancing Spirits play, And make thee ever pleas'd, and ever gay. Far the harsh Murmurs of the dashing Sea; Smooth Peace, and Halcyon Calms, forever dwell in thee. Oh! Beauty never stain'd, but form'd for Love, So wond'rous good, so like the Bless'd above: Oh! set me there, where, by some wond'rous Art, I may behold the Secrets of thy Heart: Thy Goodness, which I yet but know in Part; Where I the Mazes of thy Soul may see, Through which it forms so sweet a Harmony: How bilious Juice from purer Blood divides? How from the fine, the grosser Part subsides? Sharp Choler, by what Tracks remov'd away; Why in thy Face the Blood reveals so bright a Day The blushing Rose, the purple Violet, The bright Carnation, and the Lilly meet: Such
(2) Such Odours from thy Lips forever flow, Such Beauties on thy Cheeks forever glow; So fine a Clearness on thy Breast below. Pleas'd with thy Lot, from Pride or Shame exempt, Below the Greatest, and above Contempt. Bless'd in thyself, thou seek'st no foreign Joy, The Pomps despising, which the Crowd employ, Which (sooner than they give Content, they) cloy. You all that Nature or your State require, Affording, satisfy your own Desire; Not to the Vice submitting of your Kind, At large you feed the Pleasures of your Mind. And thus adorn'd, behold with pitying Eye, How others in Excess of Pleasure, lye Forever rack'd with Pain, in Torture roul, And ne'er can satisfy their thirsty Soul. Blind to their Happiness, they forward look, Despise the present, for a Joy mistook; Earnest as Children for the painted Joy, Which, like a Shadow, their Embrace does fly. Each Morning Sun that sucks the early Dew, Its upward Journey helping to pursue, Does the same Office, Heav'nly Saint, for you. Each Morn renews thy Praise to Heav'n above, Which pleas'd, returns thy Gratitude with Love. Above your Sex, so much as you're Divine, Above your Sex, so much in Heav'nly Rays you shine. Oh! happy Hampstead! in so great a Bliss, Be ever all thy Habitants in Peace. Forever be thy wholesom Waters clear, Healthful thy Meadows, and serene thy Air. Let the bright Sun thy rising Roofs adorn; Calm be thy Even, gentle be thy Morn. Forever flourish, still a rising Seat; The wholesom'st Water, and the best Retreat.
FINIS. London, Printed: And Sold by B. Bragge, at the Raven in Pater-Noster- Row. 1706. (Price One Penny.)