Were Men wary

How they marry,

We should not be by half fo full of Mifery.

SONG CCCCXLIII. London Ladies.

F

OR Gold, and not Freedom, thofe Generals fight,

Who clip from their Veterans Pay, Sir;

For Gold, and not Freedom, thofe Journalists write,

Who rave about defpotick Sway, Sir:

Would Fate to their Wishes propitiously deign, And fill but their Coffers with Gold, Sir;. The Pope then might fight, and the Devil might reign,

For Fighter and Writer are fold, Sir.

SONG CCCCXLIV. Love, thou, &c.

Lout chiefelt Happinefs below,

Ove, thou art the beft of human Joys,

All other Pleafures are but Toys,
Mufick without thee is but Noife,
Beauty but an empty Show.

Heaven that knew best what Man cou'd move,
And raise his Thoughts above the Brute,
Said, let him be, and let him love,

That only must his Soul improve,

Howe'er Philofophers difpute.

SONG CCCCXLV. The Hounds, &c.

THE Hounds are all out, and the Morning

THE

1 does peep,

Why how now you fluggardly Sot?

How can you, how can you lie fnoring asleep, While we all on Horfeback have got ?

Brave Boys, while we all on Horfeback, &c.

I cannot get up, for the over-night's Cup
So terribly lies in my Head;

Befider, my Wife cries, my Dear do hot rike,
But cuddle me longer a bed,

Dear Boy, but cuddle, &c.

Come, on with your Boots, and saddle i your Mare,

Nor tire us with longer Delays

The Cry of the Hounds, and the Sight of the Hare,

Will chafe all our Vapours away,

Brave Boys, will chafe, &c.

SONG CCCCXLVI. As I went, &c.

"Ou've heard, no doubt, how all the Globe, Was foak'd of old with Noah's Flood

You'v

See! here's a Globe that holds a Sea!
A Sea of Liquors twice as good!
Tol lol de rol.

Had Noab's been a Flood like this,
And Anak's Sons fuch Souls as I;
They'd drank the Deluge as it rofe,
And left the Ark, like Noah, dry.
Tol lol de rol.

Τ

SONG CCCCXLVII. Fake my, ka,
Ake my Word, when I declare,
I can never, no, no, never,
No, no, never cafe your Care:
Thus I think of ev'ry Lover,
No one yet was ever true:
Ah what Weakness they difcover,
Who this Paffion can't fubdue!

SONG CCCCXLVIII. To beal, &c
O heal the Wound a Bee had made
Upon my Kitty's Face,

Honey upon her Cheek she laid,

And bid me kifs the Place.

as'd I obey'd, and from the Wound
mbib'd both Sweet and Smart j

The Honey on my Lips I found,
The Sting within my Heart.

SONG CCCCXLIX. While 1, &o

W

Hile I, fair Delia, view thy Face,

And ev'ry Charm admire, A

Thy Eyes a thousand Raptures raise,
And burn me with Defire. O
Tranfported thus, thou lovely Maid!
With Pleafure I gaze on,

Till, by my heedlefs Look betray'd,
I'm unawares undone.b on br

Thus the poor Wretch, whofe lucklefs Sight

The fatal Serpent fpies,

Looks on, and gazes with Delight,

But, as he gazes, dies.

SONG CCCCL. Why, Delia, &t.

HY, Delia, when I tell the Pain

WH Which I endure from thy Difdain,

Art thou not touch'd at my Complaint Oh! did't thou know the Cares I feel! To what vaft Height my Sorrows (well! For Pity you'd relent.

When at the glad Approach of Day
All Nature looks ferene and gay,

And the pleas'd Birds their Toys proclaim,
Then rifing Griefs my Bofom rend,
And ev'ry mournful Hour I fpend
In fighing out thy Name.

Say, Charmer, can't this Torment move
That Heart, which feems averfe to Love,
To grant fome Eafe to my Defpair?
Say, muft I hope no kind Return?
Muft I with fruitless Paffion burn,
And you as cruel be as fair?

SONG CCCCLI. I'm not one, &c.

M not one of your Fops, who, to please a coy
Lafs,

I'M

Can lie whining and pining, and look like an Als.
Life is dull without Love, and not worth the Pof-

feffing;

But Fools make a Curfe, what was meant for a

Bleffing.

While his Godfhip's not rude, I'll allow him my

Breast,

"

But, by Jove, out he goes, fhou'd he once break
my Reft.

I can toy with a Girl for an Hour, to allay
The Flufter of Youth, or the Ferment of May;
But muft beg her Excufe, not to bear Pain or An-

guish,

For that's not to love, by her leave, but to lan

guish.

.SONG CCCCLII. Phillis, the, &c.

P

HILLIS, the young, the fair, the gay,
The Youth that fain wou'd fpoil ye,

Gives you at once the Bloom of May,
And riper Blush of July. DE

While thus the foothing Rogue prepares

His Phillis for his Pleasures,

Learn, fair one, hence t'efcape his Snares,*****

And fave your fairest Treasures.

The Bloffoms by too hot a Tainten

Soon drop and fall neglected;

And Fruit that has a Maggot in't,

However fair's rejected.

SONG CCCCLIII. Cofmelia's, &c.

OSMELIA's Charms infpire my Lays, -
Who, young in Nature's Scorn,

Blooms in the Winter of her Days,

Like Glassenbury Thórn.

1

Cofmelia cruel at Threefcore,
Like Bards in modern Plays,
Four Acts of Life pafs'd guiltless o'er,
But in the Fifth she flays.

If e'er, impatient for the Bliss,
Within her Arms you fall,

The plaifter'd Fair returns the Kiss,
Like Thisbe, thro'a Wall

SONG CCCCLIV. Sol declining, &c.

OL declining,

Soy

Cynthia thining,

Warm was the Season, and sweet the Air,

When Philander

Chanc'd to wander

In a clofe Thicket with Phillada fair;
Love invading,

Hope perfwading,

Yet was his Paffion reftrain'd by Fear.
Hopes collecting,

Fears fubjecting,

Thus he began to avow his Flame:
Faireft Creature,

Pride of Nature,#8

Slight not my Love, nor my Paffion blame

She

difdaining

His Complaining

Prompted the Youth to take furer Aim,