From their Faces the Sweat ran down to be seen, But fure I am, much more from their Arfes; For had you but feen't, you then would have fworn,

You never beheld the like fince you were born.

Here they did fling, and there they did hoift

Here a hot Breath, and there went a Savour Here they did glance, and there they did gloift; Here they did fimper, and there they did flaver ;

Here was a Hand, and there was a Placket, Whilft, hey! their Sleeves went flicket-aflacket.

The Dance being ended, they sweat and they ftunk,

The Maidens did fmirk it, the Youngsters did kifs 'em ;

Cakes and Ale flew about, they clapp'd Hands and drunk,

They laugh'd and they giggl'd until they bepift 'em ;

They laid the Girls down, and gave each a green Mantle,

While their Breafts and their Bellies went pintle-a-pantle.

SONG LIX. When the Kine, &c.

Hen the Kine had giv'n a Pail full,

W And the Sheep came bleating home;

Doll who knew it would be healthful,
Went a walking with young Tom :
Hand in Hand, Sir,

O'er the Land, Sir,

As they walked to and fro;

Tom made jolly Love to Dolly,

But was anfwer'd, No, no, no, no, &c.

Faith, fays Tom, the Time is fitting,
We fhall never get the like;

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You can never get from Knitting,
Whilft I'm digging in the Dike
Now we're gone too

And alone too,

No one by to fee or know ;
Come, come, Dolly, prithee' fhall I ?
Still fhe anfwer'd, No, no, no, no, &c,
Fie upon you Men, quoth Dolly,
In what Snares you'd make us fall
You'll get nothing but the Folly,
But I fhall get the Devil and all:
Tom with Sobs,

And fome dry Bobs,

Cry'd, you're a Fool to argue fo

Come, come, Dolly, fhall I? fhall I ?
Still the anfwer'd, No, no, no, no, &c.
To the Tavern then he took her,
Wine to Love's a Friend confeft;
By the Hand he often fhook her,

And drank Brimmers to the best, &,
Doll grew warm,

And thought no Harm

Till after a brifk Pint or two,

To what he faid, the filly Maid

Could hardly bring out, No, no, no, no, &c.

She swore he was the prettieft Fellow

In the Country or the Town,

And began to grow fo mellow,

On the Couch he laid her down;
Tom came to her,

For to woe her,

Thinking this the Time to try:

Something past so kind at last,

Her No was chang'd to I, I, I, I, &G..

Closely then they join'd their Faces,
Lovers you know what I mean;
Nor could the hinder his Embraces,
Loye was now too far got in

Both now lying,

Panting, dying,

Calms fucceed the ftormy Joy,

Tom would fain renew't again,

And the confents with I, I, I, I, &c.
SONG LX. We all to, &c.

WIts pleafing Pow'r admire ;

E all to conqu❜ring Beauty bow,

But I ne'er knew a Face 'till now,
That like yours could infpire,
Now I may fay, I met with one
Amazes all Mankind;

And like Men gazing on the Sun,
With too much Light am blind.

Soft as the tender moving Sighs,
When longing Lovers meet;
Like the divining Prophets wife,
And like blown Rofes fweet:
Modeft, yet Gay; Referv'd, yet Free ;
Each happy Night a Bride

A Mien like awful Majefty,
And yet no Spark of Pride,

The Patriarch to gain a Wife,

Chaft, Beautiful, and Young:
Serv'd fourteen Years a painful Life,
And never thought 'em long.
Ah! were you to reward fuch Cares,
And Life fo long could stay;
Not fourteen, but four hundred Years
Would feem but as one Day.

SONG LXI. Belinda's pretty, &c.

B

ELINDA's pretty, pretty, pleafing Form
Does my happy, happy, happy, happy
Fancy charm:

Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, moft obliging;

D

V hilft I'm preffing, clafping, kiffing,
Oh! oh! how fhe does my Soul alarm!
There is fuch Magick in her Eyes,
Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes,
Does my wond'ring Heart furprize:
Her prinking, nimping, twinking, pinking,
Whilft I'm courting, for tranfporting,

How like an Angel fhe panting lies, the pant-
Lig lies!

SONG LXII. Let not Love, &c.

L

ET not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow,

Soft Diftrefs, foft Diftrefs, and tender Wee;

I know none, no, no, no, none but fubftantial
Bliffes,

Eager Glances, eager Glances, folid Kiffes:
I know not what the Lovers feign
Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain ;
Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, all,
all, all, all the Joy;

But all, all, all, all, all the Joy,

Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy, None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy,

But all, all, all, all, the Joy.

S Amoret and Thyrfis lay?

A$ As Amoret and Thyrfis lay;

Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle Play,

Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kiffes,

Mingling Kiffes, mingling Kiffes, and exchanging harmless Bliffes:

He trembling cry'd with eager, eager Hafte, Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! let me, let me,

Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me feed as well as taste.

I dye, dye, dye, dye, dye, I dye,
I dye, if I'm not wholly bleft.
The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear,
I cannot, dare not, muft not hear;
Dearest Thyrfis, do not move me,
Do not, do not, if you love me :
Do not, do not, if you love me:
O let me still, the Shepherd faid,
But while fhe fond Refiftance made,
The hafty Joy in ftruggling fled.
Vex'd at the Pleasure she had mifs'd,
She frown'd and blufh'd, and figh'd and kiss'd,
And feem'd to moan, in fullen Cooing,
The fad Miscarriage of their Wooing:
But vain alas! were all her Charms,
For Thyrfis deaf to Love's Alarms,
Baffled and fenfelefs, tir'd her Arms.
SONG LXIV. I am a lufty, &c.
Am a lufty lively Lad,

Now come to One and Twenty,

My Father left me all he had,

Both Gold and Silver plenty :

Now he's in Grave, I will be brave,

The Ladies fhall adore me;

I'll court and kifs, what Hurt's in this,
My Dad did fo before me.

My Father was a thrifty Sir,
Till Soul and Body fundred,

Some fay he was an Ufurer,

For Thirty in the Hundred :

He fcrapt and scratcht, the pincht and patcht,

That in her Body bore me;

But I'll let fly, good. Caufe why,

My Father was born before me.