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This world to a theatre liken'd has been,
TT IFE's a bumper, fill'd by fate,
Let this scene with joy be crown'd,
All the sweets of life combine,
COULD a man be secure,
What arts might he know,
What acts might he do,
WHEN Phoebus the tops of the hills does
O! see how again he rears up his head,
But, ah! 'tis in vain that he flies,
flies, And he pants, till with well-scented hounds surrounded he dies.
FAIREST Isle, all isles excelling,
And forsake her Cyprian grove.
Care and envy will remove; Jealousy, that pois'nous passion; And despair that dies for love.
Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining,
Sighs thiit blow the fire or love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining,
Shall be all the pains you prove.
Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty,
Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove;
And, as these excel in beauty,
ARISE, Britannia, smiling rise,
With Duncan, Howe, and V incent's name;
Brave landmen shall defend thy isle,
United then, at threats we smile,
May Britain's foes in hatred join'd,
H e'er this land they see,
As well on land as sea:
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza.
ONE ONE night as gay Bacchus a nymph was pursuing, The fair one, precipitate, fled his embrace; Tho' ripe for the joys he in fancy was viewing, 'By Styx,' cry'd the God,' I must give up the chace:' She look'd back disdainful, and smil'd at his reel
While her loose flowing robe by a briar was caught; He quickly approach'd, and his wishes revealing, Jeter charms were, he told her, the source of his fault.
He bade her not fear, but partake of love's pleasure, And, patting her cheek, swore he'd- do her no wrong; Avow'd himself god both of wine and of pleasure, And that Fate had decreed he should ever be young. O'eraw d with respect, many favours were given, She at last grew inclin'd to bestow him a kiss; At which he exclaim'd,' There is pastime in heaven, * But earth is the region of exquisite bliss.'
He then cry'd, 'Sweet-briar, I grant, (as I've
'Thy fame shall surpass every shrub of the vale;
'At spring's fair return thou shait bear a sweet
'Itsodoursshall perfume the sweetpassing gale: * In bloom shall outvie the bright tints of tha morning, 'To resemble the blush which her cheeks did disclose; 'When she smiling consented, abjuring proud scorning, 'And mortals shall prize it, and call it a Rose,;
TO form me a maiden so soft and so fair,
In reserving her charms for my mind:
I'm blest my companions above;
Allur'd by the powerful charms of my gold,
Or the powerful charms of my eyes,. The swains flock around, whom I love to behold,
While they breathe out their souls in their sighs: Thus I trick'd, and coquetted, arrcl tried ev'ry art,
But vainly with passion I strove,
And Jemmy's the lad that I love.
Yet to tease now a little this true-hearted swain
I oftentimes take much delight; To torture his feelings, and give him some pain,
A trick I just try'd t'other night:
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