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How pleasing is beauty! how fweet are her charms! Her embraces how joyful! how peaceful her arms ! Sure there's nothing so easy as learning to love, 'Tis taught us on earth, and by all things above : And to Beauty's bright standard all heroes muft yield; For 'tis Beauty that conquers and keeps the fair field.
F wine be a cordial, why does it torment?
Since I drink at with pleasure, why fhould I complain, Or
repent ev'ry morn, when I know 'tis in vain ? Yet fo charming the glass is, so deep is the quart, That, at once, it both drowns, and enlivens
I take it off briskly, and, when it is down, By my jolly complexion I make my joy known : But, oh! how I'm blest, when fo strong it does prove, By its sov’reign heat, to expel that of love ; When in quenching the old I create a new flame, And am wrapt in such pleasures as still want a name.
S O N G
THE HAPPY PAI R.
Since wedlock's foft bondage made Jeffy my own? So joyful my heart is, so easy my chain, That freedom is tasteless, and roving a pain.
That freedom is tasteless, &c.
grown with woodbines, as often we stray, Around us our boys and girls frolic and play:
How pleasing their sport is! the wanton ones see,
To try her sweet temper, oft times am I seen, In revels all day with the nymphs on the green: Tho' painful my absence, my doubts she beguiles, And meets me at night with complacence and smiles.
What tho' on her cheeks the rose loses its hue, Her wit and good-humour blooms all the year
thro'. Time still, as he flies, adds increase to her truth, And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.
Ye shepherds so gay, who make love to ensnare, And cheat, with false vows, the too credulous fair; In search of true pleasure, how vainly you roam, To hold it for life, you must find it at home.
HEN Jeffy smil'd, her lovely look
My wand'ring heart a pris’ner took,
WIXT pleasing hope and painful fear,
True love divided lies,
With artless look, and soul fincere,
Above all mean disguise.
Accept it, lovely fair ;
Then let me not despair.
My fate before your feet I lay,
Sentence your willing slave:
Yet heav'nly powers fave.
Let me a blessing find:
O fhew an angel's mind.
S ON G
ROM sweet bewitching tricks of love,
Young men your hearts secure,
In dotage premature.
Nor trust the naked eye.
The blind eat many a fiy.
There's ne'er a spinster in the realm
But knows mankind to cheat, Down to the cottage from the helm,
The learn'd, the brave, and great : With lovely looks, and golden hooks,
Tentangle us they try. Gallants beware, &c.
Not only on their hands and necks
The borrow'd white you'll find, Some belles, when intereft directs,
Can even paint the mind :
Joy in distress can they express,
tears can lie. Gallants beware, &c.
Could we with ink the ocean fill,
Was earth of parchment made,
Each man a scribe by trade,
Would suck that ocean dry.
HO' women by proud men are scorn'd
For being oft too kind,
Are to their wills confin’d;
All ways they gladly try:
All men deal cunningly.
There's not a man, who, in his heart,
Does woman truly love ;
And all its pains approve.
They flatt'ring words apply.
They often strive, with artful tale,
Each fair one to deceive,
Then laugh within their neeve ;
The heart as well as eye. But, maids, beware, &c.
If, then, to rout the selfish crew,
You'd chuse a faithful guard,
Will lose their juft reward :
She will all art defy.
'M forry, dear brethren, I'm forc'd to comply,
'Tis true, I've a voice, so has the town crier, If I say mine's a better, I'm sure I'm a liar.
However, to please you, altho' I be hoarse, If you'll take it, like marriage, for better for worse. Now you've heard—nay, you've heard the best I can
do, And I'm sure you're convinc'd what I told you was
TI ME ENOUGH Y E T.
Term full as long as the fiege of old Troy,
To win a sweet girl I my time did employ;
Time enough yet, 'tis time enough yet,