See thy Friend Godolphin stand!" og -472 pu Yonder Seats and Fields of Light, SONG CCCCXVI. Twas, &c. "Twas Was forth in a Morning, a Morning of A Soldier and his Miftrefs were walking aftray;' O had I ta'en Counfel of Father or Mother, Or had I ta'en Counsel of Sifter or Brother! But I was a young Thing, and eafy to wooe, And my Belly bears up my Apron now. · Thy Apron, Deary, I muft confefs, SONG CCCCXVII. Of Leinster, &c. F Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid Stream 'Till luckless Love, and pining Care, Her coral Lips, and damask Cheeks," Oh! have you feen a Lily pale, Of Vengeance due to broken Vows, Three Times, all in the Dead of Night, Too well the Love-lorn, Maiden knew whip The Virgins weeping round. "I fee a Hand you cannot fee, 1 "Ah, Collin! give not her thy Vows, "Vows due to me alone; W "Nor thou, fond Maid, receive his Kifs, Nor think him all thy own. "To-morrow in the Church to wed, "Impatient, both prepare; "But know, fond Maid; and know, false Man, That Lucy will be there, "Then bear my Coarfe, my Comrades, bear, This Bridegroom blythe to meet "He in his Wedding Trim fo gay, "I, in my Winding Sheet." She fpoke, the dy'd; her Coarfe was borne, The Bridegroom blythe to meet; He in his Wedding Trim fo gay, She in her Winding-Sheet. Then what were perjur'd Gollin's Thoughts ? The Bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead,' Confufion, Shame, Remorfe, Defpair," At once his Bofom fwell; The Damps of Death bedew'd his Brow From the vain Bride (ah Bride no more!) "A When ftretch'd before her Rival's Coarfe, ོན་°ཚ Then to his Lucy's new made Grave, Oft at this Grave, the conftant Hind SONG CCCCXVIII. When thy, &c. Hen thy Beauty appears, WE In its Graces and Airs, All bright as an Angel new dropt from the Sky; At Distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my Fears; So strangely you dazzle my Eye! But when, without Art, Your kind Thoughts you impart, When your Love runs in Blushes thro' everyVein, When it darts from your Eyes, when it pants in your Heart, Then I know you're a Woman again, There's a Paffion and Pride In our Sex (the reply'd ;) And thus (might I gratify both). I would do: SONG CCCCXIX. Thirfis, &.. Son of Venus, powerful Boys Youth and Beauty round her shining, With generous Fires inflam'd his Breaft, While thus the Swain their Power confeft: Lovely Nymph, no more I'll range; Love, join'd with Virtue chafte and true, SONG CCCCXX. Since, &c. Ince all that's fair in Womankind, Search, with a Freedom unconfin'd, And when the mighty Pains you've took, 1 SONG CCCCXXI. Corinna, &c. MORINNA, I excufe thy Face, Thofe erring Lines which Nature drew When I reflect, that every Grace Thy Mind adorns, is juft and true. But oh ! thy Wit, what God has fent? SONG CCCCXXII. Ab! &c. A! H! Chloris, 'tis Time to difarm your bright Eyes, E And lay by thofe terrible Glances; We live in an Age that's more civil and wife, Than to follow the Rules of Romances. When once your round Bubbies begin but to pout, They'll allow you no long Time of Courting And you'll find it a very hard Tafk to hold out, For all Maidens are mortal at fourteen, SONG CCCCXXIII. Almeria's, & A LMERIA's Face, her Shape, her Air, With Charms refiftlefs wound the Heart; In vain you for Defence prepare, When from her Eyes Love throws his Dart. So ftrong, fofwift the Arrow flies, Such fure Deftruction flying makes; The bold Oppofer quickly dies! The Fugitive it overtakes! Nor Stratagem, nor Force avails, SONG CCCCXXIV. Nature fo, &8 Ature fo tender to Chloe has fhown, N She ne'er can furrender a Heart the has won Such is her Behaviour, forwife is her Aim, That none boast her Favour, nor any complain. Oh could I move her! My Chains cafy grown, |