earnest to part with her beauty, or a great man with his power.

_Har_. I wish I were assured of the sincerity of your love.

AIR. _Butter'd Pease_.

_Luck_. Does my dearest Harriot ask
What for love I would pursue?
Would you, charmer, know what task
I would undertake for you?

Ask the bold ambitious, what
He for honours would atchieve?
Or the gay voluptuous, that
Which he'd not for pleasure give?

Ask the miser what he'd do
To amass excessive gain?
Or the saint, what he'd pursue,
His wish'd heav'n to obtain?

These I would attempt, and more--
For, oh! my Harriot is to me
All ambition, pleasure, store,
Or what heav'n itself can be!

_Har_. Would my dearest Luckless know
What his constant Harriot can
Her tender love and faith to show
For her dear, her only man?