Songs Set To Music: 18. Set By Mr. Smith

Since we your husband daily see So jealous out of season, Phillis, let you and I agree To make him so with reason. I'm vex'd to think that every night A sot, within thy arms, Tasting the most divine delight, Should sully all your charms. While, fretting, I must lie alone, Cursing the powers divine, That undeservedly have thrown A pearl unto a swine. Then, Phillis, heal my wounded heart, My burning passion cool; Let me at least in thee have part With thy insipid fool. Let him by night his joys pursue, And blunder in the dark, While I by day enjoying you, Can see to hit the mark.