SARASTOIGUDIRARKOST

A Dialogue.

WEET Nelly, my heart's delight,
Be loving, and do not flight
The offer I make,

For modefty's fake,

He. Sw

I honour your beauty bright;
For, love, I proteft

I can do no lefs,

Thou haft my favour won;

And fince I fee

Your modefty,
Therefore agree,
And fancy me,

Though I'm but a farmer's fon

She. No, I am a lady gay,
"Tis well known I may
very
Have men of renown,
In city or town:
Nay, Roger, without delay,
Court Bridget or Sue,
Kate, Nancy, or Prue,

Their loves may foon be won;

But don't you dare
To speak me fair,
As if I were

At my last prayer,
To marry a farmer's fon.

I 3

He.

and more,

He. My father has riches store,
Two hundred a year
Befides fheep and cows,
Carts, harrows and ploughs;

His age is above threescore:
And when he does die,
Then merrily I

Shall have what he has won;
Both land and kine

He.

All fhall be thine,

If thou'lt incline,
And wilt be mine,
And marry the farmer's fon.

She. A fig for your cattle and corn,
Your proffered love I fcorn;
"Tis known very well,
My name it is Nell;

And you're but a bumkin born.
Well, if it be fo,
Then away I will go;
And I hope no harm is done.
Farewel, adieu;
I hope to woo

As good as you,
And win her too,

Tho' I'm but a farmer's fon.

Dear lady, believe me now,
I folemnly fwear and vow,

No lords in their lives,
Take pleasure in wives,
Like fellows that drive the plough:

For

She. Be not in fuch hafte, quoth she,
Perhaps we may still agree;
For, man, I protest,
I was but in jeft;

Come pr'ythee fit down by me;
For thou art the man
That verily can

Perform what must be done;

Both ftrait and tall,
Genteel withal,

Therefore I fhall

Be at your call,

And I'll marry the farmer's fon

As

s foon as the chaos was made into form,

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And the first race of men knew a good from a
They quickly did join in acknowledge divine, (harm;
That the world's chiefeft bleffings were women and
Since when by example improving delights, (wine.
Time governs our days, love and beauty our nights:
Love on then, and drink,

'Tis a folly to think

Of a mystery out of our reaches:

Be moral in thought;

To be merry's no fault,

Tho' an elder the contrary preaches;

For never, my friends, was an age of more vice,
Than when knaves wou'd feem pious, and fools wou'd

(feem wife.

dance, let us fing, Whilft our life's in the fpring,

And give all to the great god of love;

Let us revel and play,

And rejoice whilst we may,

Since old time these delights will remove.

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FICTIMSIDER

CUPID turn'd Tinker.

AIR Venus, they say,
On a rainy bleak day,

Thus fent her child Cupid a packing:

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Get thee gone from my door,
Like a fon of a whore,

And elsewhere ftand bouncing and cracking.

To tell the plain truth,

Our little blind youth

Beat the hoof a long while up and down, fir,
Till, all dangers past,

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By good fortune, at laft

He stumbled into a great town, fir.!

Then straight to himself
Crys this tiny fly elf,

Since begging brings little relief, fir,
A trade I'll commence

That shall bring in the pence;

And straight he fet up for a thief, fir.

At play-house and kirk,

Where he flily did lurk,

He ftole hearts both from young and old people,

Till at last, fays my long,

He had like to have swung

On a gallows as high as a steeple.

Then