SONG CLXVII. The blind Boy. Say, what is that Thing call'd Light, Which I muft ne'er enjoy? What are the Bleffings of the Sight? You talk of wond'rous Things you fee: SONG CXLVIII, Know, &c. K That ftands upon the Battlements of State. Stand there who will for me, I'd rather be Secure than Great. In being fo high, the Pleafures are but fmall, Whilft others place their Joys In Popularity and Noife, Let my foft Minutes glide obfcurely on, Like fubterranean Streams, unheard, unknown. Then when my Days are all in Silence paft, good plain Countryman I die at lafte Death cannot chufe but be To him a mighty Mifery, Who to the World was popularly known, O SONG CXLIX. Sandy, why leaves thou thy Nelly to mourn ? Thy Prefence cou'd ease me, When neathing can please me: Now dowie I figh on the Bank of the Burn, While Lav'rocks are finging, And Primrofes fpringing; Yet nane of them pleases my Eye or my Ear, Baith Ev'ning and Morning; Their Jeering gaes aft to my Heart wi' a knell, When throw the Wood, Laddie, I wander my fell. Then ftay, my dear Sandy, nae langer away, But, quick as an Arrow, Hafte here to thy Marrow, Wha's living in Languor, till that happy Day, When throw the Wood, Laddie, we'll dance, fing and play. SH Hould auld Acquaintance be forgot, These are the noble Hero's Lot, And make me once again as bleft, H 2 Methinks around us, on each Bough, Whilft thro' the Groves I walk with you, Since your Return, the Sun and Moon Streams murmur foft Notes while they run, Defpife the Court and Din of State; Let that to their Share fall, We'll please ourselves with mutual Charms, O'er Moor and Dale, with your gay Friend, All Cares in my Embrace : You fhall be wholly mine; We'll make the. Hours run fmooth away, The Hero, pleas'd with the fweet Air, And Songs of generous Love, Which had been utter'd by the Fair, Bow'd to the Pow'rs above : Next Day, with Confent and glad Hafte, SONG CLI. Wherever I am, &c. W Herever I am, and whatever I do, My Phillis is ftill in my Mind; When angry I mean not to Phillis to go, My Feet of themfelves the Way find. Unknown to myself I am juft at her Door, When Phillis fee, my Heart bounds in my And the Love I wou'd ftifle is shown; Shou'd a King be my Rival in her I adore, Let Philli's be mine, and for ever be kind, And she too well knows her own Pow'r SONG CLII. Alexis, bow, &c. A How and syver How bashful and filly you grow! In my Eyes can you never discover, In Love, as in War, 'tis but Reafon To make fome Defence for the Town To furrender without it, were Treason, Before that the Out-works were wong If I frown, 'tis : my Blushes to cover, 'Tis for Honour and Modesty Sake; He is but a pitiful Lover, Who is foil'd by a fingle Attack. But when we by Force are o'erpower'd, The best and the braveft muft yield; I am not to be won by a Coward, Who hardly dares enter the Field. SONG CLIII. Whilft Strephon, &r Hilf Strephon on fair Chloe hung, W And gently woo'd, and fweetly fung; The Nymph, in a disdainful Air, Thús fmiling, mock'd the Shepherd's Care. Thousands witnefs to their Coft. Stung to the Heart, the red'ning Swain Foolish Creature, Did each Feature Bloom beyond the Pride of Nature Coy difdaining, Vain Coquet, destroys them all Go over-bearing, Proud, enfnaring; Lay a thousand Fops defpairing a Then complying, To fome Fool a Victim fall. Nymphs, like you, whilft they're deceiving) But the Sot their Arts believing, |