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Sonnet.

ROSE, as fair as ever saw the North,

Grew in a little garden all alone:

A sweeter flower did Nature ne'er put forth, Nor fairer garden yet was never known. The maidens danced about it morn and noon, And learned bards of it their ditties made; The nimble fairies, by the pale-faced moon, Watered the root, and kissed her pretty shade. But, well-a-day! the gardener careless grew, The maids and fairies both were kept away, And in a drought the caterpillars threw Themselves upon the bud and every spray.

God shield the stock! If heaven send no supplies, The fairest blossom of the garden dies.

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S beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping,

With a pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled,

And all the sweet butter-milk water'd the plain.

O, what shall I do now, 'twas looking at you now,
Sure, sure, such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again,
'Twas the pride of my dairy, O, Barney M'Leary,
You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine.

I sat down beside her, and gently did chide her, That such a misfortune should give her such pain, A kiss then I gave her,- before I did leave her, She vow'd for such pleasure she 'd break it again.

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'Twas

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Kitty of Coleraine.

'Twas hay-making season, I can't tell the reason, Misfortunes will never come single,-that's plain, For, very soon after poor Kitty's disaster,

The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine.

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ORD ERSKINE, on woman presuming to rail,
Calls a wife "a tin canister tied to one's tail";
And fair Lady Anne, while the subject he car-

ries on,

Seems hurt at his lordship's degrading comparison.
But wherefore degrading? consider'd aright,
A canister's polish'd, and useful, and bright:
And should dirt its original purity hide,

That's the fault of the puppy to whom it is tied.

Richard B. Sheridan.

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A Pastoral Song between Phyllis and Amaryllis, two Nymphs, each answering other line for line.

PHYLLIS.

E on the slights that men devise

FIE

Heigh-ho, silly slights;

When simple Maids they would entice,
Maids are young men's chief delights.

AMARYLLIS.

Nay, women they witch with their eyes,
Eyes like beams of burning sun:
And men once caught, they soon despise;
So are Shepherds oft undone.

PHYLLIS.

If any young man win a maid,

Happy man is he;

By trusting him she is betrayed;

Fie upon such treachery.

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Amaryllis.

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A Pastoral Song.

AMARYLLIS.

If Maids win young men with their guiles
Heigh-ho, guileful grief:

They deal like weeping crocodiles

That murder men without relief.

PHYLLIS.

I know a simple country Hind
Heigh-ho, silly swain:

To whom fair Daphne provèd kind,

Was he not kind to her again?
He vowed by Pan with many an oath,
Heigh-ho, Shepherds' God is he:

Yet since hath changed, and broke his troth,
Troth-plight broke will plagued be.

AMARYLLIS.

She had deceived many a swain,
Fie on false deceit :

And plighted troth to them in vain,
There can be no grief more great,
Her measure was with measure paid,
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, equal meed :
She was beguil'd that had betrayed,
So shall all deceivers speed.

PHYLLIS.

If every Maid were like to me,

Heigh-ho, hard of heart:

Both love and lovers scorn'd should be,

Scorners shall be sure of smart.

Amaryllis.