From passing strangers aid entreating, Relieve my woes, my wants distressing, Here's tales of love, and maids forsaken, Or cast upon some desert shore; LISTEN to the voice of Love, He calls my Daphne to the grove : The primrose sweet bedecks the field, Where flow'rs their fragrant sweets exhale, Come, share with me the sweets of spring, The happy swains all cheerful sing, And echo still repeats their joys: Then listen, &c. WHEN WHEN the rosy morn, appearing, Paints with gold the verdant lawn, Warbling birds, the day proclaiming, See, content, the humble gleaner L ET Care be a stranger to each jovial soul, Who can, like Aristippus, his passions controul; Of wisest philosophers wisest was he, Who, attentive to ease, let his mind still be free; The prince, peer, and peasant, to him were the same,' For, pleas'd, he was pleasing to all where he came, But still turn'd his back on contention and strife, Resolving to live all the days of his life. A friend to mankind, all mankind was his friendAnd the peace of his mind was his ultimate end; He He found fault with none, if none found fault with him, If a friend had a humour, he humour'd his whim; If wine was the word, why he bumper'd his glass; If love was the topic, he toasted his lass; But still turn'd his back, &c. If councils disputed, if councils agreed, Was the nation at war, he wish'd well to the sword; Was the longitude only he never could find. Then let us all follow Aristippus's rules, By those maxims may live all the days of our lives. ON ON Richmond-hill there lives a lass, More bright than May-day morn, Whose charms all other maids surpass, A rose without a thorn. This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Ye Zephyrs gay, that fan the air, How happy will that shepherd be THE HE day is departed. and round from the cloud The voice of the nightingale warbles aloud Maria, appear! now the season, so sweet, I cannot, I cannot, when present, unfold what I feel, Her name to the shepherds I never reveal, Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear My bosom is all in a glow; Your voice when it vibrates so sweet thro' my ear, My heart thrills-my eyes overflow. Ye pow'rs of the sky! will your bounty divine Indulge a fond lover his boon? Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine, Alone by the light of the moon? I AM a brisk and sprightly lad, But just come home from sea, Sir; Of all the lives I ever led, A sailor's life for me! Sir. Yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, veo, What girl but loves the merry tar? In ev'ry clime we find a port, But |