A new song set by Mr Leveridge, sung att the theater in Dublin.

A new Song set by Mr Leveridge, Sung at the Theater in Dublin

Marinda’s face like Cupid’s bowIs drawn to shoot at HeartsWhich Hydray like do Hourly, Hourly Grow.When wounded by her Darts.

Her Eyes such pointed Arrows send,That wing’d with fate they fly;No Armour can their force Defend,For whom they hit must Dye.

Yet in her Quiver there remaines Such Joy as wou’d she giveWould ease a tortur’d wretchFrom pains and make the Dying Live.