How pleafing their fport is! the wanton ones fee,
And borrow their looks from my Jeffy and me.

To try her fweet temper, oft times am I feen, In revels all day with the nymphs on the green: Tho' painful my abfence, my doubts fhe beguiles, And meets me at night with complacence and fmiles.

What tho' on her cheeks the rofe lofes its hue, Her wit and good-humour blooms all the year thro'. Time ftill, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

Ye fhepherds fo gay, who make love to ensnare, And cheat, with falfe vows, the too credulous fair ; In fearch of true pleasure, how vainly you roam, To hold it for life, you must find it at home.

WHEN Jeffy fmil'd, her lovely look

My wand'ring heart a pris'ner took,

And bound it with fo ftrong a chain,
I ne'er expect it back again.

Then, Jeffy, treat a captive true
When gentle ufage-'tis its due ;
It pants for thee alone.

Then take it kindly to thy breast,
And give the weary wand'rer reft,
And keep it near thy own.

SONG CXLVII.

THE ADDRESS.

"TWIXT pleafing hope and painful fear,

True love divided lies,

Fyoung men your hearts fecure,

ROM fweet bewitching tricks of love,

Left in the paths of sense you rove,

In dotage premature.

Look at each lafs thro' wifdom's glaís,
Nor truft the naked eye.

Gallants, beware, look fharp, take care,
The blind eat many a fly.

There's ne'er a spinfter in the realm
But knows mankind to cheat,
Down to the cottage from the helm,
The learn'd, the brave, and great :
With lovely looks, and golden hooks,
T'entangle us they try.

Gallants beware, &c.

Not only on their hands and necks
The borrow'd white you'll find,
Some belles, when intereft directs,
Can even paint the mind:

Joy in diftrefs can they exprefs,

Their very tears can lie. Gallants beware, &c.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Was earth of parchment made,
Was ev'ry fingle stick a quill,
Each man a scribe by trade,
To write the tricks of half the fex,
Would fuck that ocean dry.
Gallants beware, &c.

TH

SONG CXLIX.

THE ANSWER.

'HO' women by proud men are scorn'd For being oft too kind,

Yet all well know that men, when spurn'd,

Are to their wills confin'd;

With reftlefs pain, one fmile to gain,
All ways they gladly try:

But, maids, beware, avoid the fnare,
All men deal cunningly.

There's not a man, who, in his heart,
Does woman truly love;
They but delight t' impel the dart,
And all its pains approve.
With looks ferene they've often seen,

They flatt'ring words apply.

But, maids, beware, &c.

They often ftrive, with artful tale,

Each fair one to deceive,
On our good nature to prevail,

Then laugh within their fleeve;
With felf conceit they think to cheat
The heart as well as eye.
But, maids, beware, &c.

If, then, to rout the selfish crew,

You'd chufe a faithful guard,
Let Virtue rule the heart, then few
Will lofe their just reward:
Not all the tribe her foul can bribe,
She will all art defy.
Then, maids, beware, &c.

I'

SONG CL.

THE APOLOGY.

'M forry, dear brethren, I'm forc'd to comply, To fing, you might as well bid me to fly; 'Tis true, I've a voice, fo has the town crier, If I fay mine's a better, I'm fure I'm a liar.

However, to please you, altho' I be hoarse, If you'll take it, like marriage, for better for worfe. Now you've heard-nay, you've heard the best I can

do,

And I'm fure you're convinc'd what I told you was

true.

*KKKKKKI

SONG

CLI.

TIME ENOUGH YET.

A Term full as long as the fiege of old Troy,

To win a fweet girl I my time did employ;
Oft urg'd her the day of our marriage to fet,
As often the answer'd, 'tis time enough yet.
Time enough yet, 'tis time enough yet,
As often the anfwer'd, 'tis time enough yet.

I told her, at last, that her paffions were wrong, And more, that I fcorn'd to be fool'd with fo long: She burst out a laughing at feeing me fret,

And humming a tune, cry'd, 'tis time enough yet,
Time enough yet, &c.,

Determin'd by her to be laugh'd at no more,
I flew from her prefence, and bounc'd out of door,
Refolved of her better ufage to get,

Or on her my eyes again never to fet,

Never to fet, &c.

To me the next morning her maid came in hafte,
And begg'd, for God's fake, I'd forget what was past,
Declar'd her young lady did nothing but fret ;
I told her, I'd think on't, 'twas time enough yet,
Time enough yet, &c.

She next, in a letter as long as my arm,
Declar'd from her foul fhe intended no harm,
And begg'd I the day of our marriage would fet;
I wrote her for anfwer, 'tis time enough yet,
Time enough yet, &c.

But that was scarce gone when a meffage I fent,
To fhew in my heart I began to relent:
I begg'd I might fee her; together we met;
We kifs'd and were friends again, so are we yet,
So are we yet, &c.

Tune,-Good-night and Joy be wi' you a?.

H That in his lifetime meets one true friend,

OW happy is he, whoe'er he be,

Who cordially does fympathize

In words, in action, heart, and mind: