See thy Friend Godolphin stand!" og -472 pu
See! he beckons thee away

Yonder Seats and Fields of Light,
Let thy ravish'd Thought explore
Wishing, panting for thy Flight!
Half an Angel; Man no more.

SONG CCCCXVI. Twas, &c.

"Twas

Was forth in a Morning, a Morning of
May,

A Soldier and his Miftrefs were walking aftray;'
And low down by yon Meadow Brow,
I heard a Lafs cry, my Apron now..

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,
Is fomething the fhorter, tho' naithing the lefs;
I only was wi' ye a Night or two,
And yet you cry out, my Apron now!

SONG CCCCXVII. Of Leinster, &c.
Leiffer, fam'd for Maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the Grace ;

F

Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid Stream
Reflect fo fweet a Face.

'Till luckless Love, and pining Care,
Impair'd her rofie Hue,

Her coral Lips, and damask Cheeks,"
And Eyes of gloffy Blue.

Oh! have you feen a Lily pale,
When beating Rains defcend?
So droop'd the flow confuming Maid, w
Her Life now near its End.
By Lucy warn'd, of flatt'ring Swains -
Take Heed, ye eafy Fair

Of Vengeance due to broken Vows,
Ye perjur'd Swains, beware, s

Three Times, all in the Dead of Night,
A Bell was heard to ring; co
And Shrieking at her Window thrice, et
The Raven flapp'd his Wing

Too well the Love-lorn, Maiden knew whip
The folemn boding Sound;
And thus, in dying Words, befpoke

The Virgins weeping round.
"I hear a Voice you cannot hear,
Which fays, I must not stay

"I fee a Hand you cannot fee, 1
"Which beckons me away.v
By a falfe Heart, and broken Vows,
In early Youth I dieno
Was I to blame, becaufe his Bride
"Was thrice as rich as ?

"Ah, Collin! give not her thy Vows,

"Vows due to me alone;

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"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 ?
How were thefe Nuptials kept?

The Bridesmen flock'd round Lucy dead,'
And all the Village wept."

Confufion, Shame, Remorfe, Defpair,"

At once his Bofom fwell;

The Damps of Death bedew'd his Brow
He hook, he groan'd, he fell.

From the vain Bride (ah Bride no more!)
The varying Crimson fled;

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When ftretch'd before her Rival's Coarfe,
She faw her Husband dead.

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Then to his Lucy's new made Grave,
Convey'd by trembling Swains,
One Mold with her, beneath one Sod,
For ever now remains.

Oft at this Grave, the conftant Hind
And plighted Maid are feen;
With Garlands gay, and True-love Knots,
They deck the facred Green.
But, Swain forbear, whoe'er thou art,
This hallow'd Spot forbear;
Remember Collin's dreadful Fate,
And fear to meet him there.

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:
Still an Angel appear to each Lover befide,
But ftill he a Woman to you.

SONG CCCCXIX. Thirfis, &..
HIRSIS, inconftant, apt to rove,
Seated in a fhady Grove,
befought the God of Love s

Son of Venus, powerful Boys
Author of our Grief and Joy,"
Hear an ardent Lover's Pray',
And bring me my Clarinda bere.
Cupid his Petition heard:
Fair Clarinda foon appear'd

Youth and Beauty round her shining,
Youth and Innocence combining,

With generous Fires inflam'd his Breaft,

While thus the Swain their Power confeft:

Lovely Nymph, no more I'll range;
Thirfis, now, no more will change
All that may give Delight I fee
All thy beauteous Sex in thee

Love, join'd with Virtue chafte and true,
Will always make Clarinda new.

SONG CCCCXX. Since, &c.

Ince all that's fair in Womankind,
You boaft you can difcover,

Search, with a Freedom unconfin'd,
Their Stock of Charms all over.

And when the mighty Pains you've took,
And faid whate'er you can fay,
You'll own; the faireft, in her Smock,
Was fairer in your Fancy,

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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?
Surprifing, airy, unconfin'd;
Some Wonder fure, Apollo meant,
And shot himself into thy Minda

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,
No feign'd Submiffion fets you free;
One Look o'er all your Arts prevails,
There's no Way fafe but not to fee!
For fuch the Magic of her Arms,
And wounding he does so allure;
The unexperienc'd court their Harms;
The wounded never with a Cure

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,