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The Rival Deities of Old,

A Shepherd chofe, (as I am told)

To whom each Goddefs made her Suit
And he decided their Difpute;

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No Deities your Aid implore,

But Nymphs, in Number, three times four:
(Nymphs full as sprightly and as good,
As e'er were made of Flesh and Blood,
Who now are sporting on the Plain,)
Have chofe Thee Umpire, happy Swain!
Here, read thefe Words and quickly tell,
Thou, who, in Wisdom, doft excel;

Relate, nor think me troublesome,

What means the BEST in CHRISTENDOM?

She Smil'd, fhe blufh'd, and with a Grace, Hung down her Head, and veil'd her Face.

From various Things, faid I, arise
Variety of Qualities:

This fires the Soul, and That the Blood,
Mysterious fome, fome understood.

But, ah! how wide my Task, and far is
From what was giv'n to Shepherd Paris?
Naked he view'd the heav'nly Fair,
And did not flip one fingle Hair:

So curious in Examination,

No Part efcap'd his Penetration.

But fince my Judgment is requir'd,

I'll speak

for now I am infpir'd,

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The Nymphs so sprightly, blithe and gay,
Shall change their Notes another Way.
The BEST muft fomething be Divine,
And fure that fame THING must be Thine.

If fo, fays fhe, with fwelling Veins, Then, prithee, take it for thy Pains.

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SWEET

William's Farewel,

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Black-Ey'd Sufan

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BALLA D.

By Mr. GAY.

LL in the Downs, the Fleet was Moor'd,
The Streamers waving in the Wind,
When Black-Ey'd Sufan came Aboard,

Oh! where fhall I my true Love find?

Tell me, ye Jovial Sailors, tell me true,

If my Sweet William fails, among the Crew.

II. William,

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II.

William, who high upon the Yard,

Rock'd with the Billows to and fro', Soon as her well-known Voice he heard,

He figh'd, and cast his Eyes below:

The Cord flides fwiftly thro' his glowing Hands,
And quick as Lightning, on the Deck he stands.

MI.

So the fweet Lark high-pois'd in Air,

Shuts clofe his Pinions to his Breast, (If 'chance his Mate's fhrill Call he hear) And drops at once into her Neft.

The nobleft Captain in the British Fleet,
Might envy William's Lips thofe Kiffes sweet.

IV.

O Sufan, Sufan, lovely Dear,.

My Vows fhall ever true remain,

Let me kifs off that falling Tear,

We only part to meet again.

Change, as ye lift, ye Winds; my Heart fhall fee
The faithful Compass that still points to Thee.

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