this Day to Mirth, and I an sure she who thinks herself my Wife will testify 
her Joy by a Dance.
  ALL. Come, a Dance----a Dance.
  MACHEATH. Ladies, I hope you will give me leave to present a Partner to 
each of you. And (if I may without Offence) for this time, I take Polly for 
mine.----And for Life, you Slut,----for we were really marry'd.----As for 
the rest.----But at present keep your own Secret.
 
                                  A DANCE.
 
                      Air LXIX.--Lumps of Pudding, &c.
 
           Thus I stand like the Turk, with his Doxies around;
           From all Sides their Glances his Passion confound;
           For Black, Brown, and Fair, his Inconstancy burns,
           And different Beauties subdue him by turns:
           Each calls forth her Charms, to provoke his Desires;
           Though willing to all, with but one he retires.
           But think of this Maxim, and put off your Sorrow,
           The Wretch of To-day, may be happy To-morrow.
  CHORUS:  But think of this Maxim, &c.
 
 
 
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