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A MAD-SONG.
Cou'd I but climb to yonder Star,
I'd stop bright Cinthia's swift carier,
With Angry force I'd smite the Sun,
And spoil the Day from coming on.
I'd stop bright Cinthia's swift carier,
With Angry force I'd smite the Sun,
And spoil the Day from coming on.
Yonder she dwells, I see her Drowsy Eyes
Twinkle and rowl about the azure Skies.
Cupid thy Wings, good Boy, I'll range about,
And soar to Heav'n but find the Angel out.
Twinkle and rowl about the azure Skies.
Cupid thy Wings, good Boy, I'll range about,
And soar to Heav'n but find the Angel out.
Ah! Mopsy art thou come again,
To shew thy Charming Feature!
Why dost thou look so pale and Wan,
That was so fine a Creature.
To shew thy Charming Feature!
Why dost thou look so pale and Wan,
That was so fine a Creature.
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See how she flies away again,
And Mocks me with her Laughter.
Furies, I say, let go my Chain,
That I may follow after.
And Mocks me with her Laughter.
Furies, I say, let go my Chain,
That I may follow after.
Come all ye Jack of Lanthorns, come,
Let's Travel where content is,
Light me to my Eternal home,
Or find me out my Senses,
Let's Travel where content is,
Light me to my Eternal home,
Or find me out my Senses,
The Chariot o'th' Sun for Expedition I'll seize,
And drive it where ever my Fancy directs me.
To Heav'n I'll travel, there Rule as I please
And punish the Quarrelsome Gods if they vex me.
And drive it where ever my Fancy directs me.
To Heav'n I'll travel, there Rule as I please
And punish the Quarrelsome Gods if they vex me.
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