The learned Prue took a pert young thing, To divert her virgin Muse with, And pluck sometimes a quill from his wing, To indito her billet-doux with. Her only eye, if you'd ask it; Come buy my Loves, &c. &c. But one was ift, when Susan came, One worth them all together; He smiled, and pruned his feather. Her looks, her sighs betray'd it; But kisses #ere not enough for him, I ask'd a heart, and she paid it! Good-by, my Loves, Good-by, my Loves, ''Twould make you smile to've seen us First trade for this Sweet child of bliss, TO And when that heart shall cease to beat, And when that breath at length is free, Then, Rosa, soul to soul we'll meet, And mingle to eternity! SONG. Is fair—but oh, how fair, One leaf to mingle there! If every rose with gold were tied, Did gems for dowdrops fall, Were sweetly worth them all. The wreath you wove, the wreath you wovo Our emblem well may be; Must keep its tears for mo. THE SALE OF LOVES. My nest by moonlight laying, Among the rose-beds playing. While some were full in feather; So pretty a lot of Loves to sell, Were never yet strung together. Come buy my Loves, Come buy my Loves, They're new and bright, The cost is light, The world had just begun to steal Each hope that led mo lightly on; And life grew dark and love was gone. No eye to mingle sorrow's tear, No lip to mingle pleasure's breath, 'Twas gloomy, and I wish'd for death But when I saw that gentle eye, Oh! something seem'd to tell me then, That I was yet too young to die, And hope and bliss might bloom again. First Cloris came, with looks sedate, Their coin on her lips was ready ; * I buy," quo. h she, “my Love by weight, * Full grown, if you please, and steady." * Let mine be light,” said Fanny, “pray * Such lasting toys undo one; * A light little Love that will last to-day* To-morrow I'll sport a new one." Come buy my Loves, Come buy my Loves, There's some will keep, Some light and cheap, At from ten to twenty kisses. With every gentle smile that cross'd Your kindling cheek, you lighted home Some feeling, which my heart had lost, And peace, which far had learn'd to roam. 'Twas then indeed so sweet to live, Hope look'd so new and Love so kind, That, though I mourn, I yet forgive The ruin thoy have left behind. |