Much Cloe laugh'd at Susan's task;
But mark how things went on:
These light-caught Loves, ere you could ask
Their name and age, were gone!
So weak poor Cloe's nets were wove,
That, though she charm'd into them.
New game each hour, the youngest Love
Was able to break through them.

Come, listen, maids, &c.

Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought
Of bars too strong to sever,

One Love with golden pinions caught,
And caged him there for ever;
Instructing, thereby, all coquettes,
Whate'er their looks or ages,

That, though 'tis pleasant weaving Nets,
'Tis wiser to make Cages.

Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile

The task your fingers ply.

May all who hear, like Susan, smile,
And not, like Cloe, sigh!

WHO'LL BUY MY LOVE-KNOTS?

(PORTUGUESE Air.)

HYMEN, late, his love-knots selling,
Call'd at many a maiden's dwelling,
None could doubt, who saw or knew them,
Hymen's call was welcome to them.
"Who'll buy my love-knots ?
"Who'll buy my love-knots?"
Soon as that sweet cry resounded,
How his baskets were surrounded!

Maids, who now first dreamt of trying
These gay knots of Hymen's tying;
Dames, who leng had sat to watch him
Passing by, but ne'er could catch him ;-
"Who'll buy my love-knots ?
"Who'll buy my love-knots?"
All at that sweet cry assembled;

Some laugh'd, some blush'd, and some trembled

"Here are knots," said Hymen, taking

Some loose flowers, "of Love's own making; "Here are gold ones-you may trust 'em"

(These, of course, found ready custom). "Come, buy my love-knots!

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"Come, buy my love-knots!

Some are labell'd 'Knots to tie men

"Love the maker-Bought of Hymen."

Scarce their bargains were completed,

When the nymphs all cried, "We're cheated!

See these flowers-they're drooping sadly;

"This gold-knot, too, ties but badly

"Who'd buy such love-knots ?

"Who'd buy such love-knots ?

"Even this tie, with Love's name round it"All a sham-He never bound it."

Love, who saw the whole proceeding,

Would have laugh'd, but for good-breeding;
White Old Hymen, who was used to
Cries like that these dames gave loose to-

"Take back your love-knots!

"Take back your love-knots!"

Coolly said, "There's no returning

DOST thou remember that place so lonely,

A place for lovers, and lovers only,

Where first I told thee all my secret sighs?
When, as the moonbeam that trembled o'er thee

Illum'd thy blushes, I knelt before thee,

And read my hope's sweet triumph in those eyes! Then, then, while closely heart was drawn to heart, Love bound us-never, never more to part!

And when I call'd thee by names the dearest
That love could fancy, the fondest, nearest,--

My life, my only life!" among the rest;
In those sweet accents that still enthral me,
Thou saidst, "Ah! wherefore thy life thus call me?
Thy soul, thy soul's the name that I love best;
For life soon passes, but how bless'd to be
That Soul which never, never parts from thee!"

THOUGH 'TIS ALL BUT A DREAM.

(FRENCH AIR.)

THOUGH 'tis all but a dream at the best,
And still, when happiest, soonest o'er,
Yet, even in a dream, to be bless'd
Is so sweet, that I ask for no more.
The bosom that opes

With earliest hopes,

The soonest finds those hopes untrue;

As flowers that first

In spring-time burst

The earliest wither too!

Ay 'tis all but a dream, &c.

Though by Friendship we oft are deceiv'd

And find Love's sunshine soon o'ercast,

Yet Friendship will still be believ'd,

And Love trusted on to the last.

The web 'mong the leaves

The spider weaves

Is like the charm Hope hangs o'er men;

Though oft she sees

'Tis broke by the breeze,

She spins the bright tissue again.

Ay-tis all but a dream, &c.

SO WARMLY WE MET.

(HUNGARIAN AIR.)

So warmly we met and so fondly we parted,

That which was the sweeter ev'n I could not tell,-
That first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted,

Or that tear of passion, which bless'd our farewell.
To meet was a heaven, and to part thus another,-
Our joy and our sorrow seem'd rivals in bliss;
Oh! Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other

In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this.

The first was like day-break, new, sudden, delicicas,—
The dawn of a pleasure scarce kindled up yet;
The last like the farewell of daylight, more precious,
More glowing and deep, as 'tis nearer its set.
Our meeting, though happy, was ting'd by a sorrow
To think that such happiness could not remain ;
While our parting, though sad, gave a hope that to-morrow
Would bring back the bless'd hour of meeting again.

GO, NOW, AND DREAM.

(SICILIAN AIR.)

Go, now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumber-—
Moments so sweet again ne'er shalt thou number.

Of Pain's bitter draught the flavour ne'er flies,
While Pleasure's scarce touches the lip ere it dies.
Go, then, and dream, &c.

That moon, which hung o'er your parting, so splendid,
Often will shine again, bright as she then did-

But never more will the beam she saw burn
In those happy eyes, at your meeting, return.
Go, then, and dream, &c.