THE CHALLENGE. A COURT BALLA D. To the Tune of "To all you Ladies now at Land, &c." T° I. o one fair lady out of court, And two fair ladies in, Who think the Turk and Popet a sport,. And wit and love no fin; Come, these soft lines, with nothing stiff in, With a fa, la, la. II. What paffes in the dark third row, III. Then NOTES. Ulrick, the little Turk. + The Author, III. Then why to courts fhould I repair, IV. Alas! like Schutz I cannot pun, Like Grafton court the Germans; With a fa, la, la. V. In truth, by what I can difcern, Perhaps, in time, you'll leave high diet, To fup with us on milk and quiet. * Ireland. VI. At Leicester-Fields, a house full high, With door all painted green, Where ribbons wave upon the tye, (A Milliner I mean ;) There may you meet us three to three, For Gay can well make two of Me. With a fa, la, la. VII. But fhou'd you catch the prudish itch, And each become a coward, Bring fometimes with you lady Rich, And fometimes mistress Howard; For virgins to keep chafte must go Abroad with fuch as are not fo. With a fa, la, la. VIII. And thus, fair maids, my ballad ends; And take off ladies limitations. With a fa, la, la. *This Ballad was written anno 1717. THE THREE GENTLE SHEPHERDS. F gentle Philips will I ever fing, With gentle Philips fhall the vallies ring. ye. MR. POPE's WELCOME FROM GREECE. A Copy of Verfes, written by Mr. GAY upon Mr. POPE'S having finished his Translation of HOMER'S ILIAD. Lo I. ONG haft thou, friend! been absent from thy foil, I have been witnefs of thy fix years toil, Thy daily labours, and thy night's annoy, Loft to thy native land, with great turmoil, On the wide fea, oft threat'ning to destroy: Methinks with thee I've trod Sigaean ground, And heard the fhores of Hellefpont refound. II. Did I not fee thee when thou firft fett'ft fail To feek adventures fair in Homer's land? Did I not see thy finking spirits fail, And wish thy bark had never left the strand? Ev'n in mid ocean often didst thou quail, And oft lift up thy holy eye and hand, Praying the Virgin dear, and faintly choir, Back to the port to bring thy bark entire. 5 ΙΟ 15 |