But now I am so weary grown,
That I must let the rest alone;

I should slash more with my Lash, did I dare,'
Many more, now therefore them I spare :
The rest I leave to the Judges and the Sheriffs,
And they shall lash you.

True CONTENT.

:8:

Y Mind to me a Kingdom is,
Such perfect Joys therein I find;

ΜΥ

That it excels all other Bliss,

The World affords or grows by Kind: Tho' much I want that most would have, Yet still my Mind forbids to crave.

No

No Princely Pomp, no Wealthy store,
No force to win the Victory;
No cunning Wit to salve a Sore,

No shape to feed a loving Eye:
To none of these am I in Thrall,
For why, my Mind to me is all.

Content I live with this my stay,

I wish no more than may suffice;
I press to bear no mighty Sway,

Look what I want, my Mind supplies:
Thus do I Triumph like a King,
Content with that my Mind doth bring.

Some have too much, and yet do want,
I little have, but wish no more;
They are but Poor, for much they want,
And I am Rich, with little store :
They Poor, I Rich, they Beg, I give,
They lack, I leave, they Pine, I live.

Some weigh their Pleasure by their Lust,
Their Wisdom by the rage of Will;
Their Treasure is their only Trust,

And crooked Craft their School of Skill: But all the Pleasure I can find,

Is the Content of a quiet Mind.

My Health is Wealth and perfect Ease,
A Conscience clean, my chief defence;
I do not seek by Bribes to please,

Nor by Deceit to give Offence:
Thus do I live, thus will I die,
Wou'd all did as well as I.

JOCKEY late with Fenny Walking,

On a Day in Summer Season;
Like a Lout with his Love sat talking,
When he should be doing Reason:

Fockey

Fockey lost, Fockey lost,

His time-to-Dally, his time to Dally,
Whilst he cry'd, Sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny, shall I ? shall I ?

Fenny, as must Woman use,

To deny when they would have it, With faint Tongue she did refuse,

When her Looks did seem to crave it:

Still he cry'd, still he cry'd,

When he shou'd dally, when he shou'd dally,
Jenny sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet,

Sweet Jenny, shall I shall I?

She that now was grown more willing,
When she saw his backward dealing,
To prevent her own Heart's illing,
With a Sigh her Love revealing,
Said alass said alass!

When he would dally; when he would dally,
Now you stand Sweet, sweet, sweet,

Sweet Jenny, Shall I? Shall I?

He perceiv'd by her Replying,
That a Nay was Yea, in Wooing,
And that asking without trying,
Was the way to Love's Undoing;
Now he knows, now he knows,

When he should dally, when he should dally,
Not to stand sweet, sweet, sweet,
Sweet Jenny Shall I? Shall I?

The

4

The Wanton TRICK.

F any one long for a Musical Song,
Altho' that his Hearing be thick,

IF

The sound that it bears will ravish his Ears,
Whoop, 'tis but a Wanton Trick.

A pleasant young Maid on an Instrument play'd,
That knew neither Note, nor Prick;

She had a good Will to live by her Skill,
Whoop, &c.

A Youth in that Art well seen in his Part,

They call'd him Darbyshire Dick,

Came to her a Suitor, and wou'd be her Tutor,

Whoop, &c.

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