Then with arrows and bow

He a foldier must go;

And ftraight he fhot folks without warning;

He thought it no fin,

When his hand once was in,

To kill you a hundred his morning.

When he found that he made
Little gains by this trade,
What does our fly graceless blinker,
But straight chang'd his note,
As well as his coat,,

And needs must pass for a tinker.

Have you any hearts to mend,

Come I'll be your

friend,

Or eife I expect not a farthing:
Tho' they're burnt to a coal,
I'll foon make 'em whole;

And, maids, is not this a fair bargain?

But, maids, have a care,

Of this tinker beware,

Shun the rogue, tho' he sets fuch a face on't;

Where he ftops up one hole,

"Tis true, by my foul,

He'll at least leave a score in the place on't.

The

The diffident ORINDA to the inconftant

B

PHILANDER.

EAUTY alone has power to please
And charm Philander's eyes;

But that, like fmoak, foon vanishes;
His love as quickly dies.

How foon is youth and beauty past,
Nor knows a second spring:
The airy phantom flies too faft,
Subftantial joys to bring.

If my Philander kind wou'd

prove,

How happy were my state!

But, wanting charms his heart to move,
How wretched is my fate!

Yet, wou'd he but regard a heart
Replete with love and truth,
It might fubftantial joys impart,
More permanent than youth.

Let friendship yield me some relief,
If you your love deny;

O give me that to ease my grief,
Or quickly let me die.

WHEN,

1

W

HEN I vifit proud Celia, juft come from my glass,
She tells me I'm flufter'd, and look like an afs;
When I mean of my paffion to put her in mind,
She bids me leave drinking, or fhe'll never be kind.
That fhe's charmingly handfome, I very well know;
And fo is my bottle, each brimmer so too;

And to leave my foul's joy; oh! 'tis nonsense to ask,
Let her go to the devil, to the devil, bring t'other full
(flask.

Had fhe tax'd me with gaming, and bad me forbear,
"Tis a thoufand to one I had lent her an ear.
Had fhe found out my Cloris up three pair of stairs,
I had balk'd her, and gone to St. James's to prayers.
Had fhe bade me read homilies three times a day,
She perhaps had been humour'd, with little to say.
But at night to deny me my flask of dear red;
Let her go to the devil, to the devil, there's no more

(to be faid.

JOLLY

J

OLLY mortals, fill your glaffes,

Noble deeds are done by wine; Scorn the nymph, and all her graces; Who'd for love, or beauty, pine?

Look within the bowl that's flowing,
And a thousand charms you'll find,
More than Phyllis, tho' juft going

In the moment to be kind.

Alexander hated thinking,

Drank about at council-board,
He fubdu'd the world by drinking,
More than by his conquering fword.

Y

* powers, my welcome death forgive,
To meet my love my foul is flying;

Since for him I cou'd not live,

With joy for him I'm dying.

VOL. III.

K

MY

M

Y love was fickle once and changing,
Nor e'er would fettle in my heart;
From beauty ftill to beauty ranging,
In every face I found a dart.

'Twas first a charming shape enflav'd me,
An cye then gave the fatal ftroke:
Till by her wit Corinna fav'd me,
And all my former fetters broke.,

But now a long and lasting anguish
For Belvidera I endure;

Hourly I figh and hourly languish,
Nor hope to find the wonted cure.

For here the falfe unconftant lover,
After a thousand beauties fhewn,
Does new furprizing charms discover,
And finds variety in one.