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When abfent from thee, I grew restless to all,
My heart pitta-patted, just as it does now;
LOVE A TEMPEST.
OVE'S a tempeft, life's the ocean, deep deform; Rude and raging tho' the motion, Virtue fearless braves the storm.
OVE'S a gentle gen'rous paffion, Source of all fublime delight; When with mutual inclination,
Two fond hearts in one unite.
What are titles, pomp, or riches,
If compar'd with true content? That falfe joy which now bewitches, When obtain'd we may repent.
Lawless paffion brings vexation,
But a chafte and conftant love, Is a glorious emulation
Of the blissful ftate above.
THE CONSTANT TAR.
like the is often
Like the fea it ebbs and flows;
But give me, Fate, one faithful pilot,
TO ATTAIN A LONG LIFE.
NOME hear me, my boy, haft a mind to live long, Take a dofe of brifk claret, and part of a fong; A gen'rous heat good wine does impart,
And time to good mufic is beat by the heart:
And keep ourselves honeft, though the world keeps us
ELL me, lovely fhepherd, where Thou feed'ft at noon thy fleecy care; Direct me to the fweet retreat
That guards thee from the mid-day heat;
OHN Anderson my jo, cum in as ze gae by, And ze fall get a fheep's heid weel baken in a pie, Weel baken in a pie, and the haggis in a pat: John Anderson my jo, cum in, and ze's get that.
And how do ze, cummer? and how do ze thrive? And how many bairns hae ze?-Wom.-Cummer, I hae
Man. Are they to zour ain guidman ?—Wom.—No, Cummer, no;
For four o' them were gotten quhan Willie was awa'.
Sung in the Chaplet by Mr Vernon and Mrs Scott.
And while the clear river runs purling along,
Whilft you are but by me no danger I fear; Ye lambs reft in fafety, my Damon is near; Bound on, ye blithe kids, now your gambols may pleafe, my fhepherd is kind, and my heart is at eafe. For my fhepherd, &c.
Ye virgins of Britain, bright rivals of day,
For he who, &C.
Ye youths, who fear nought but the frowns of the fair, 'Tis yours to relieve, not to add to their care; Then fcorn to their ruin affiftance to lend,
Nor betray the sweet creatures you're born to defend. Nor betray, &c.
For their honour and faith be our virgins renown'd, Nor falfe to his vows one young fhepherd be found: Be their moments all guided by virtue and truth, To preferve in their age what they gain'd in their youth.
To preferve, &c.
THE RAM BL E.
WAS at Midfummer's tide, no matter the day, The lambkins were merry, and the birds grac'd the spray,
I rambled with Patty unto the green grove,
The murmuring brooks in sweet harmony flow'd, And the foft breathing zephyrs fo wantonly blow'd; We rambled, we tattl'd, all in the green grove, Attended by no one but music and love.
Flow on, foft meanders, in mirth ever flow,
May Fortune, e'er fmiling, bless Patty and I,
IN PRAISE OF WOMEN.
HE lily and the blushing rofe
Pray what makes cowards brave and bold?
Or what's the pageantry of kings?
But lovely women, &c.
Such pow'r has women,
When men are fore opprefs'd with grief,
Unlefs fweet women, &c.
Then, fince the fair give fuch delight,
For who can view the glorious fight
To lovely women, &c.
The rich, the poor, the bold, the brave,