Song — Set by Mr. Coleman (Bring back my Comfort, and return)

Bring back my Comfort, and return,
For well thou know'st that I
In such a vigorous passion burn,
That missing thee, I die.
Return, return, insult no more,
Return, return, and me restore
To those sequestred joyes I had before.

Absence, in most, that quenches Love,
And cools the warm desire,
The ardour of my heat improves,
And makes the flame aspire;
Th' Opinion therefore I deny,
And term it, though a Tyranny,
The Nurce to Faith, and Truth, and Constancy.

Yet Dear, I do not urge thy stay,
That were to prove unjust
To my desires; nor Court delay:
But ah! thy speed I must;
Then bring me back the stol'n Delight
Snatch't from me in thy speedy flight,
Destroy my tedious Day, my longing Night,