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How pleasing is beauty! how fweet are her charms! Her embraces how joyful! how peaceful her arms ! Sure there's nothing so easy as learning to love, 'Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above : And to Beauty's bright standard all heroes muft yield; For 'tis Beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field.

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F wine be a cordial, why does it torment?

Since I drink at with pleasure, why fhould I complain, Or

repent ev'ry morn, when I know 'tis in vain ? Yet fo charming the glass is, so deep is the quart, That, at once, it both drowns, and enlivens

my heart.

I take it off briskly, and, when it is down, By my jolly complexion I make my joy known : But, oh! how I'm blest, when fo strong it does prove, By its sov’reign heat, to expel that of love ; When in quenching the old I create a new flame, And am wrapt in such pleasures as still want a name.

S O N G

CXLV.

THE HAPPY PAI R.

Since wedlock's foft bondage made Jeffy my own? So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain.

That freedom is tasteless, &c.

Thro' walks

grown with woodbines, as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play:

How pleasing their sport is! the wanton ones see,
And borrow their looks from my Jesly and me.

To try her sweet temper, oft times am I seen, In revels all day with the nymphs on the green: Tho' painful my absence, my doubts she beguiles, And meets me at night with complacence and smiles.

What tho' on her cheeks the rose loses its hue, Her wit and good-humour blooms all the year

thro'. Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

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

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HEN Jeffy smil'd, her lovely look

My wand'ring heart a pris’ner took,
And bound it with so strong a chain,
I ne'er expect it back again.

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WIXT pleasing hope and painful fear,

True love divided lies,

With artless look, and soul fincere,

Above all mean disguise.
For Celia thus my heart has mov'd,

Accept it, lovely fair ;
I've lik'd before, but never lov'd,

Then let me not despair.

My fate before your feet I lay,

Sentence your willing slave:
Remember that tho' tyrants Nay,

Yet heav'nly powers fave.
To bless is heav'n's peculiar grace,

Let me a blessing find:
And since you wear an angel's face,

O fhew an angel's mind.

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S ON G

CXLVIII.

ROM sweet bewitching tricks of love,

Young men your hearts secure,
Lest in the paths of sense you rove,

In dotage premature.
Look at each lass thro' wisdom's glass,

Nor trust the naked eye.
Gallants, beware, look sharp, take care,

The blind eat many a fiy.

There's ne'er a spinster 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,

Tentangle 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 distress can they express,
Their

very

tears can lie. Gallants beware, &c.

Could we with ink the ocean fill,

Was earth of parchment made,
Was ev'ry single stick a quill,

Each man a scribe by trade,
To write the tricks of half the sex,

Would suck that ocean dry.
Gallants beware, &c.

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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 restless pain, one finile 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 serene they've often seen,

They flatt'ring words apply.
But, maids, beware, &c.

They often strive, with artful tale,

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

Then laugh within their neeve ;
With self conceit they think to cheat

The heart as well as eye. But, maids, beware, &c.

If, then, to rout the selfish crew,

You'd chuse a faithful guard,
Let Virtue rule the heart, then few

Will lose their juft reward :
Not all the tribe her soul can bribe,

She will all art defy.
Then, maids, beware, &c.

SONG

CL.

THE APOLOGY.

'M forry, dear brethren, I'm forc'd to comply,

'Tis true, I've a voice, so has the town crier, If I say mine's a better, I'm sure I'm a liar.

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

do, And I'm sure you're convinc'd what I told you was

true.

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CLI.

TI ME ENOUGH Y E T.

A

Term full as long as the fiege of old Troy,

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

Time enough yet, 'tis time enough yet,
As often the answer'd, 'tis time enough yet.

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