Against Free-Will. A SONG. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 pp. 76-77. [16],207,[1]p.

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Against Free-Will . A SONG . I. GO silly Mortal , and ask thy Creator , Why thy short Life is tormented with care , Why thou art slave to the follies of Nature , Why for thy Plague he made Women so fair ? If Cloes Glances Can charm thy Senses , And Beauty force thee into her snare ; What's this Free Will of which Gownmen so prate , When none , none , have power to controul their Fate . II . If Man be Monarch of all the Creation , Women in Reason should stoop to his sway ; Fair , Rich , or Witty , by free Inclination Owning his Priviledge , calmly obey : Else every Brute is More blest with Beauties . The Horse or Stag each can seize his Prey , Who e'er i'th' Grove saw the Lordly Bull , Sigh to the fair , She like a loving Fool .