I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in
A Pot of Beer, if you will give me Sixpence ;
But for my part, I never love to meddie

With politics, Sir.

Friend of Humanity.
I give thee Sixpence! I will see thee damned first-
Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance-
Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,

Spiritless outcast ! (Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Republican Enthusiasm and Universal Philanthropy.)

G. CANNING. 180. ASK ME NO MORE WHERE JOVE BESTOWS ASK me

no more where Jove ! Ask me no more whither doth bestows,

haste When June is past, the fading rose; The nightingale when May is past; For in your beauty's orient eep For in your sweet dividing throat These flowers, as in their causes, She winters, and keeps warm her sleep.

note. Ask me no more whither do stray Ask me no more where those stars The golden atoms of the day ; 'light For in pure love heaven" did That downwards fall in dead of prepare

night ; Those powders to enrich your For in your eyes they sit, and there hair.

Fixèd become as in their sphere.
Ask me no more if east or west
The Phoenix builds her spicy nest;
For unto you at last she flies,
And in your fragrant bosom dies. T. CAREW.

181. MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED
GIVE me more love, or more disdain ;

The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain ;

The temperate affords me none:
Either extreme, of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm ; if it be love-

Like Danaë in that golden shower,
I'll swim in pleasure ; if it prove

Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture hopes ; and he's possessed
Of heaven, that's from hell released.
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain ;
Give me more love, or more disdain. T. CAREW.

182. DISDAIN RETURNED He that loves a rosy cheek, But a smooth and steadfast mind, Or a coral lip admires ;

Gentle thoughts, and calm Or from star-like eyes doth desires, seek

Hearts with equal love combined, Fuel to maintain his fires :

Kindle never-dying fires :As old Time makes these decay, Where these are not, I despise So his flames must waste away.

Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.

T. CAREW.

183. UNGRATEFUL BEAUTY THREATENED
Know, Celia, since thou art so proud,

'Twas I that gave thee thy renown;
Thou hadst in the forgotten crowd

Of common beauties lived unknown,
Had not my verse exhaled thy name,
And with it imped the wings of Fame.
That killing power is none of thine:
I

gave it to thy voice and eyes;
Thy sweets, thy graces, all are mine ;

Thou art my star, shin'st in my skies;
Then dart not from thy borrowed sphere
Lightning on him that fixed thee there.
Tempt me with such affrights no more,

Lest what I made I uncreate;
Let fools thy mystic forms adore,

I know thee in thy mortal state:
Wise poets, that wrapt Truth in tales,
Knew her themselves through all her veils. T. CAREW.
184. MARK HOW THE BASHFUL MORN
MARK how the bashful morn in vain

Courts the amorous marigold
With sighing blasts and weeping rain,

Yet she refuses to unfold;
But when the planet of the day
Approacheth with his powerful ray
Then she spreads, then she receives
His warmer beams into her virgin leaves.
So shalt thou thrive in love, fond boy ;

If thy tears and sighs discover
Thy grief, thou never shalt enjoy

The just reward of a bold lover.
But when with moving accents thou
Shalt constant faith and service vow,
Thy Celia shalt receive those charms
With open ears, and with unfolded arms. T. CAREW.

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Ecclescastical

185. TO HIS INCONSTANT MISTRESS
WHEN thou, poor Excommunicate

From all the joys of Love, shalt see
The full reward and glorious fate

Which my strong faith shall purchase me,

Then curse thine own inconstancy!
A fairer hand than thine shall cure

That heart which thy false oaths did wound;
And to my soul a soul more pure

Than thine shall by Love's hand be bound,

And both with equal glory crowned.
Then shalt thou weep, entreat, complain

To Love, as I did once to thee;
When all thy tears shall be in vain

As mine were then: for thou shalt be
Damned for thy false apostasy.

T. CAREW.

186. A LOYAL SONG [SUNG AT THE THEATRES ROYAL. FOR Two VOICES Published 1742].

God save great George our King, O Lord, our God, arise,
Long live our noble King,

Scatter our enemies,
God save the King !

And make them fall ;
Send him victorious,

Confound their politics, Happy and glorious,

Frustrate their knavish tricks ! Long to reign over us,

On Thee our hopes we fix-
God save the King !

God save us all !
Thy choicest gifts in store,
On George be pleased to pour,

Long may he reign !
May he defend our laws;
And ever give us cause
With heart and voice to sing
God save the King !

H. CAREY.

none

187. SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. Of all the girls that are

Her father he makes cabbage-nets smart

And through the streets does There's like pretty

cry them; Sally ;

Her mother she sells laces long She is the darling of my heart, To such as please to buy them:

And she lives in our alley. But sure such folks could ne'er There is no lady in the land

beget Is half so sweet as Sally ;

So sweet a girl as Sally! She is the darling of my heart, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley.

And she lives in our alley.

comes

When she is by, I leave my

I leave the church in sermon-time work,

And slink away to Sally ; I love her so sincerely ;

She is the darling of my heart, My master comes like any Turk, And she lives in our alley.

And bangs me most severely-
But let him bang his bellyful, When Christmas

about I'll bear it all for Sally ;

again She is the darling of my heart,

O then I shall have money ; And she lives in our alley. I'll hoard it up, and box and all

I'll give it to my honey : Of all the days that's in the And would it were ten thousand week

pounds, I dearly love but one day

I'd give it all to Sally ; And that's the day that comes She is the darling of my heart, betwixt

And she lives in our alley. A Saturday and Monday; For then I'm drest all in my My master and the neighbours all best

Make game of me and Sally, To walk abroad with Sally ; And, but for her, I'd better be She is the darling of my heart,

A slave and row a galley ; And she lives in our alley.

But when my seven long years are

out My master carries me to church, O then I'll marry Sally,– And often am I blamed

O then we'll wed, and then we'll Because I leave him in the lurch

bed, As soon as text is named ;

But not in our alley!

H. CAREY.

188. FROM THE MOUNTAINS TO THE CHAMPAIGN

From the mountains to the Champaign,

By the glens and hills along,
Comes a rustling and a tramping,

Comes a motion as of song :
And this undetermined roving

Brings delight, and brings good heed ;
Life's no resting, but a moving,

Let thy life be Deed on Deed !

Keep not standing fixed and rooted,

Briskly venture, briskly roam :
Head and hand, where'er thou foot it.

And stout heart, are still at home.
In each land the sun does visit

We are gay, whate'er betide :
To give room for wandering is it
That the world was made so wide.

T. CARLYLE.

189. TO-DAY

So here hath been dawning

Another blue Day : Think wilt thou let it

Slip useless away ? Out of Eternity

This new Day is born ; Into Eternity,

At night, will return.

Behold it aforetime

No eye ever did :
So soon it for ever

From all eyes is hid.
Here hath been dawning

Another blue Day:
Think, wilt thou let it
Slip useless away?

T. CARLYLE.

190. CUI BONO

WHAT is Hope ? A smiling rainbow

Children follow through the wet ;
'Tis not here, still yonder, yonder:

Never urchin found it yet.
What is Life ? A thawing iceboard

On a sea with sunny shore ;
Gay we sail ; it melts beneath us;

We are sunk, and seen no more.
What is Man ? A foolish baby,

Vainly strives, and fights, and frets ;
Demanding all, deserving nothing;
One small grave is what he gets.

T. CARLYLE.

191. CORIDON'S SONG
Oh, the sweet contentment But oh, the honest countryman
The countryman doth find. Speaks truly from his heart,
High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lollie loe,
High trolollie lee,

High trolollie lee, That quiet contemplation

His pride is in his tillage, Possesseth all my mind :

His horses and his cart: Then care away,

Then care away,
And wend along with me.

And wend along with me.
For courts are full of flattery, Our clothing is good sheepskins,
As hath too oft been tried ; Grey russet for our wives,
High trolollie lollie loe,

High trolollie lollie loe,
High trolollie lee,

High trolollie lee,
The city full of wantonness, 'Tis warmth and not gay clothing
And both are full of pride.

That doth prolong our lives ;
Then care away,

Then care away, And wend along with me.

And wend along with me.