Thro' all the employment of life
'tis woman that seduces all mankind
If any wench Venus' girdle wear
Can love be controlled by advice
O, Polly, you might have toyed and kissed
A fox may steal your hens, sir
The turtle thus with plaintive crying
Where I laid on Greenland's coast; O what pain it is to part
Fill every glass; Let us take the road
Before the barn-door crowing
How cruel are the traitors
Is then his fate decreed?
How happy could I be with either
Why, how now, Madam Flirt
A curse attends that woman's love
Which way shall I turn me?
Dance of prisoners in chains
Finale. Thus I stand like the Turk
Medley. Indeed, forsooth, a pretty youth / Ah, prithee spare me / How cursedly vexed / O, what a ni
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还没人写过短评呢
还没人写过短评呢