Mutual Endearments each other charm'd ♪

She now lying,

Panting, dying,

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Told him his Actions, her Soul had warm'd s
Her difdaining

Was but feigning;

She wou'd have hated him had he not form'd.

SONG CCCCLV Lillibulero.

UR Shopkeepers Wives are fo polish'd of late,

OUR

That each has her Card and her Vifiting-day; And whilft the tame Hufband toils hard with his Fate,

She ruins his Credit and Pocket at Play.
Quadrille, Picquet,
Ombre, Baffet,

Alternative charm and promote her Delight,
The Children are fqualling,

And Creditors bawling,

That force the poor Bankrupt away in the Night

SONG CCCCLVI. Belly Bell.

When a Lady like me condefcends

agree

To let fuch a Jackanapes tafte her,

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With what Zeal and Care fhould he worship the

Fair,

Who gives him

Mafter.

what's Meat for his

His Actions fhould, still

Attend on her Will,

Hear, Sirrah, and take it for Warning,

To her he should be

Each Night on his Knee,

And fo he should be on each Morning...

SONG CCCCLVII. Dear Colin, &.

DE

Ear Madam, when Ladies are willing,
A Man needs must look like a Fool;

For me, I would not give a Shilling,
For one that can love out of Rule:
At least you fhou'd wait for our Offers,
Nor fnatch like old Maids in Defpair,
If you've liv'd to thefe Years without Proffers,
Your Sighs are now loft in the Air.
You should leave us to guess at your Meaning,
And not speak the Matter too plain
'Tis ours to be forward and pushing,
And yours to affect a Difdain:
That you're in a terrible taking,
By all your fond Oglings I fee;
The Fruit that will fall without fhaking,
Indeed, is too mellow for me.

SONG CCCCLVII. I'll tell thee, &c.

O his poor Cell a Satyr led

A Traveller with Cold half dead,
And with great Kindness treated.
A Fire Nofe-high he made him ftrait,
Shew'd him his Elbow-chair of State,
And near the Chimney feated.
His tingling Hands the Stranger blows;
At which the Satyr wond'ring 'rofe,
And bluntly afk'd the Reafon.
Sir, quoth the Man, I mean no Harm
I only do't my Hands to warm,
In this cold frofty Season.

The Satyr gave him from the Pot
A Mefs of Porridge piping hot :

The Man blow'd o'er his Gruel.
What's that for, Friend? the Satyr cry'd' z
To cool my Broth, his Gueft reply'd,
And Truth, Sir, is a Jewel.
How, quoth the Hoft then, is it fo
And can you Contradictions blow,
Turn out, and leave my Cottage.
This honeft Manfion ne'er fhall hold

Such Rafcals as blow hot and cold;
The De'il muft find you Pottage.

SONG CCCCLIX. When the bright
God of Day.

Y

Our Friendship I court,
For a friendly Support ;

My Guts are grown wond'rous limber:
My Belly complains

Of the Want of my Brains,
Which us'd to fupply it with Timber,
May I fwing like a Dog,..

If I have a Hog,

A Smelt, a George, or a Teafter :
But here am

pent,

To keep a fad Lent,

Without any Hopes of an Eafter.

I've fent to my Betters
Many circular Letters,
Of this my difmal Condition:
But you, Sir, I'm fure,
My Diftemper will cure,

Or a Halter muft be the Phyfician.
"Tis the first Time that I
E'er at Rhiming did try;
In which, if I had any Skill,
In a more elegant Way,
As I ought, I would fay,.
Your obliged Servant, Ra. Argill,
P. S. I hope you'll excufe
My unpolite Mufe;
Did Bacchus my Fancy infpire,
Addrefs you I would,

In Verfes as good

As any of Pope, or of Prior.

SONG CCCCLX. Free from, &c.

Ree from Confinement and Strife,

I'll plow thro' the Ocean of Life,

To feek new Delights,

Where Beauty invites,

But ne'er be confin'd to a Wife.

The Man that is free,

Like a Veffel at Sea,

After Conqueft and Plunder may roam;
But when either confin'd

By Wife or by Wind,

Tho' for Glory defign'd,
No Advantage they find,

But rot in the Harbour at Home.

SONG CCCCLXI. Transform'd, &c.

TRansfo

Ransform'd in Female Shape, both old and lame,

The God Vertumnus to Pomona came;

Not as when the Goddess faw all his Charms difplay'd,

But difguis'd, he thus addrefs'd the lift'ning Maid, Lovely Goddefs, fo divine,

Guardian of this fruitful Tree,

A while thy darling Joys decline,
And lend an Ear to Love and me:
Blooming Beauties fhould be kind,

And tafte of Pleasure while they may;
For Death is fure, and Love is blind,
And Paffion cools as Love decay.

While he appear'd thus odious in her Eyes,
The Goddess did his Strains despise;
But when transform'd by Pow'r divine,
Vertumnus did with blooming Beauty shine,
Then fat Pomona all amaz'd,

While on her youthful Swain the fondly gaz❜d,
Successful happy Charmer,

"Tis you alone can warm her

Who never lov'd before:
Be blefs'd as I can make you,
I never will forfake you,
But love you more and more.

SONG CCCCLXII. Blow, blow, &c.

B

Low, blow, thou Winter Wind,
Thou art not fo unkind;

As Man's Ingratitude.

Thy Tooth is not fo-keen, a
Because thou art not seen,

Altho' thy Breath be rude.

Heigh be! fing, beigh bo! unto the green Holly; Moft Friendship is feigning,most Loving meer Folly: Then beigb bo, the Holly;

This Life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter Sky,
That doft not bite fo nigh,
As Benefits forgot.

Tho' thou the Waters warp,

Thy Sting is not fo fharp,

As Friend remembred not.

Heigh bo! fing, &c.

neat

SONG CCCCLXIII. When Dazies,&c.

WH

SUMMER.

Hen Dazies py'd, and Violets blue,
And Cuckow-buds of yellow Hue,
And Lady-Smocks all Silver white,
Do paint the Meadows with Delight;
The Cuckow then, on ev'ry Tree
Mocks married Men, for thus fings be;
Cuckow! Cuckow! O Word of Fear,
Unpleafing to a married Eart 3.
When Shepherds pipe on Oaten Straws,
And merry Larks are Plowmen's Clocks;
When Turtles tread, and Rooks and Daws
And Maidens bleach their Summer Smocks:
The Cuckow then on ev'ry Tree

Mocks married Men, for thus fings bez1-
Cuckow! Cuckow 10 Word of Fears
Unpleafing to a married Ear &