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Published in "Twelve Songs with Symphonies", London, c.1750.
The illustration is Allan Ramsay's portrait of the author of the text.
The illustration is Allan Ramsay's portrait of the author of the text.
Lyrics: Frances, Countess of Hertford
Farewell aspiring thoughts, no more
My soul shall leave the peaceful shore,
To sail ambitious main.
Fallacious as the harlot's kiss,
You promise me uncertain bliss,
And give me certain pain.
Let others boast their useless wealth,
Whilst I have honesty and health
Which riches cannot give:
Let others to preferment soar,
And changing liberty for pow'r,
In golden shackles drive.
Come conscious virtue, fill my breast
And bring content, thy daughter dress'd
In ever-smiling charms.
Let sacred friendship too attend,
A friendship worthy of my friend
Such as my Lelius warms.
With these I'll in my bosom make
A bulwark fortune cannot shake,
Tho' all her storms arise!
Look down and pity gilded slaves,
Despite ambition's giddy knaves,
And wish the fools were wise.
Farewell aspiring thoughts, no more
My soul shall leave the peaceful shore,
To sail ambitious main.
Fallacious as the harlot's kiss,
You promise me uncertain bliss,
And give me certain pain.
Let others boast their useless wealth,
Whilst I have honesty and health
Which riches cannot give:
Let others to preferment soar,
And changing liberty for pow'r,
In golden shackles drive.
Come conscious virtue, fill my breast
And bring content, thy daughter dress'd
In ever-smiling charms.
Let sacred friendship too attend,
A friendship worthy of my friend
Such as my Lelius warms.
With these I'll in my bosom make
A bulwark fortune cannot shake,
Tho' all her storms arise!
Look down and pity gilded slaves,
Despite ambition's giddy knaves,
And wish the fools were wise.