XXII.

THE FRANTIC LADY,

MAD SONG THE SIXTH.

This, like Num. XX., was originally sung in one of _D'urfey's_ comedies of _Don Quixote_, (first acted about the year 1694) and was probably composed by that popular songster, who died Feb. 26, 1723.

This is printed in the _Hive, a Collection of Songs_, 4 vols. 1721, 12mo. where may be found two or three other _Mad Songs_ not admitted into these Volumes.

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I burn, my brain consumes to ashes! Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes! Within my breast there glows a solid fire, Which in a thousand ages can't expire!

Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler! 5 Bring the Po, and the Ganges hither, 'Tis sultry weather, Pour them all on my soul, It will hiss like a coal, But be never the cooler. 10

'Twas pride hot as hell, That first made me rebell, From love's awful throne a curst angel I fell And mourn now my fate, Which myself did create: 15 Fool, fool, that consider'd not when I was well!

Adieu! ye vain transporting joys! Off ye vain fantastic toys! That dress this face--this body--to allure! Bring me daggers, poison, fire! 20 Since scorn is turn'd into desire. All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I, endure.