WINTER.

When Ificles hang by the Wall, 37
And Dick the Shepherd blows his Nail;
And Tom bears Logs into the Hall,

And Milk comes frozen home in Pail:
When Blood is nipt, and Ways be foul,
Then nightly fings the flaring Owl;
Tu-whit-tu-whoo, Tu-whit-tu-whoo, a merry
merry Note,

While greafy Joan doth keel the Pot.
When all aloud the Wind doth blow,
And Coughing drowns the Parfon's Saw
And Birds fit brooding in the Snow,

And Marrian's Nofe looks red and raw:
Then roafted Crabs hifs in the Bowl,
And rightly fings the ftaring Owl;
Tu-whit-tu-whoo, a merry, merry Note,
While greafy Joan deth keel the Pot.

SONG CCCCLXIV. When Thirfis, &c.

WHen

Hen Thirfis leaves his Celia's Arms, And fails, and fails for distant Climes; In gloomy Grief the veils ber Charms,

And mourning, mourning, fpends her Time
To Indian Shores her Sighs the fends,
To fill the flagging Sails;

And to the Gods her Pray'rs the bends,
To give him profp'rous Gales.

With equal Pains of Woe opprefs'd,
Thirfis his Abfence mourns
The mighty Love that's in his Breaft,
Adds Wings to his Return.

At length arriv'd, with pleafing Eyes,
He views the wish'd for-Shore;
Clafp'd in his Celia's Arms he cries,
My Dear we'll part no more.

W

SONG CCCCLXV. By the Beer, &c. Y the Beer as brown as Berry,

B

By the Cyder and the Perry, Which fo oft has made us merry. : With a by down, bo dosun, denry. S.

Mauxelinda's I'll remain,

True blue will never ftain:
Mauxelinda's I'll remain,

True blue will never ftain.

True, &c.

SONG CCCCLXVI. When at, &c.

W Hen at my Nymph's devoted Feet,

Love bids me all my Woes repeat,

Love bids me all my Woes repeats
Obedient I the God obey, d

I figh, I weep, complain, and pray :
In vain I figh, in vain implore,
The teazing Fair fill cries Encore,
The teazing Fair ftill cries Encore.
Oh! Papbian Queen propitious prove,
Incline her Heart to me and Love;
Then when encircled in her Arms,
Panting I'll rifle all her Charms;
May the in melting Sounds implore,
And cry dear Strephon, Oh! Encore.

SONG CCCCLXVII. Nancy.
H! where will you hurry my Deareft,

You tear him from me the fincereft,
That ever lov'd Mortal before.
Ah cruel hard hearted to prefs him,
And force the dear Youth from my Arms;
Reftore him that I may carefs him,
And fhield him from future Alarms.
Ju vain you infult and deride me,
And make but a Scoff at my Woes;

You ne'er from my Dear fhall divide me,
I'll follow wherever he goes,
Think not of the merciless Ocean
My Soul any Terror can have;
For foon as the Ship makes its Motion,
So foon fhall the Sea be my Grave.

SONG CCCCLXVIII. Hard Fate, &c.

Ard Fate to figh, to figh in vain,

HA Defpairing Silvia cries;

Debarr'd the Freedom to complain,
But through a Lover's Eyes."
And those unguarded ever speak,
Betrayers of my Heart;

too weak,

For ah! our Wiles are all too
These to disguise by Art,

Thus hopeless must I e'er remain,

Like Ghoft about their Treasure

Till spoke to firft ne'er fpeak again,
Still waiting Strepbon's Leifure.
Dear thoughtless Man, a Stranger to
The Secrets of this Breaft;
That's his from Inclination true,
More conftant than 'tis bleft.

There could he fee, and confcious know

The Torments of Neglect;

They con would teach him how to fhew,
More Love, and less Neglect...

SONG CCCCLXIX. Happy the, &c.
Appy the Man whofe Wish and Care,
A few Paternal Acres bound;

H

Content to breathe his native Air

In his own Ground.

Whofe Herds with Milk, whofe Fields with Bread, Whofe Flocks fupply him with Attire ;

Whofe Trees in Summer yield him Shade,

In Winter Fire.

Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find,
Hours, Days, and Years, flide foft away}
In Health of Body, Peace of Mind,
Quiet by Day.

Sound Sleep by Night, Study and Eafe
Together mixt, fweet Recreation
And Innocence, which moft does please,

With Meditation.

Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die:

Steal from the World, and not a Stone

Tell where I lye.

SONG CCCCLXX. To little, &c. O little or no Purpofe I spent many Days, In ranging the Park, th' Exchange, and the Plays;

T

For ne'er in my Rambles, till now, did I prove,
So lucky to meet with the Man I could love.
Oh! how I am pleas'd when I think on this Man,
That I find I must love, let me do what I can.
That I find, &c.

How long I fhall love him, I can no more tell,
Than had I a Fever, when I fhould be well.
My Paffion fhall kill me, before I will show ite
And yet I would give all the World he did
[wooe me,

know it.

But oh! how I figh, when I think, should he I cannot deny what, I know, would undo me.

SONG CCCCLXXI. Heigh Ho!"

W

Hen all our Eyes are drawing Straws,
And every one fits mute;

If a Man would open all their Mouths,
Heigh Ho's the Way to do it.
Sure if polite Behaviour fhould

With Eafe and Nature flow;

What can be Nature more than this,

With Eafe to cry Heigh Ho?

Then let us give our Mouths their Way,
You can't avoid the Plot:

Gaping (as Lark with Looking-Glafs)
Is by its Likeness caught.

The Mouth, we know, is Wildom's Shop
Then we may justly fay

Of thofe, who keep it always fhut,"

She's broke and run away.

But how engaging 'tis to gape!
Since every one allows,

That they must entertaining be,
Whofe Mouths keep open Houfe
Many Difputes of this,

and that,

› In Talking may be found
But with one Voice we all agree;
When once Heigh Ho goes round.
'Tis Gaping hinders many a Man
From fpeaking Words in fpite;
For tho' he fhews his Teeth, they are
Too far apart to bite.

'Tis this helps Converfation out,

And when 'tis at a ftand; 2 To every Mouth that open is,

"Tis Gaping lends a Hand.

'Twas nobly with'd; one's Thoughts with Eafe And Readiness to fhew:

But what we mean, before we fpeak,

By our Gaping you may know.

But I'd not for Preferment gape,

As many Fools may do:

For 'tis too much to ftretch at once
One's Jaws and Confcience too.
But when we are with honeft Men,
'Tis Gaping gives us Eafe;
For who can keep his Mouth shut
In fuch bad Times as these?
Then let us take the Liberty,
Which no one can deny ;

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