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This world to a theatre liken'd has been,
Where each man around has a part in the scene:
'Tis our part to get drunk; and 'tis matter of tact,
That the more you all drink, boys, the better
you'll act.

TT IFE's a bumper, fill'd by fate,
JL^ Let us guests enjoy the treat:
Nor like silly mortals pass—
like as 'twere but half a glass.

Let this scene with joy be crown'd,
Let the glee and catch go round;

All the sweets of life combine,
Mirth and music, love and wine.

COULD a man be secure,
That his life would endure,
As of old, for a thousand long years,

What arts might he know,

What acts might he do,
And all without "hurry or care.
But we that have but span-long lives,
The thicker must lay on the pleasure;
And since time will not stay,
We'll add the night unto day.

WHEN

WHEN Phoebus the tops of the hills does
adorn,
How sweet is the sound of the echoing horn!
When the antling stag is arous'd by the sound,
Erecting his ears, nimbly sweeps o'er the ground,
And thinks he has left us behind on the plain,
But still we pursue, and now come in view of the
glorious game.

O! see how again he rears up his head,
And winged with fear he redoubles his speed.

But, ah! 'tis in vain that he flies,
His eyeslose the huntsman, his ears lose theircries;
But now, his strength fails him, and he heavily

flies, And he pants, till with well-scented hounds surrounded he dies.

FAIREST Isle, all isles excelling,
Seat of pleasures, and of love,
Venus here will choose her dwelling,

And forsake her Cyprian grove.
Cupid, from his fav'rite nation,

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,
Those shall be renown'd for love.

ARISE, Britannia, smiling rise,
Hous'd by the martial voice of fame!
Her trump shall rend the echoing skies,

With Duncan, Howe, and V incent's name;
Thy heroes hold, disdaining ease,
Have crown'd thee Mistress of the Seas.

Brave landmen shall defend thy isle,
While seamen guard thy coast;

United then, at threats we smile,
While British hearts we boast.

May Britain's foes in hatred join'd,

H e'er this land they see,
Duncans, and Howes, and Vincents find,

As well on land as sea:
In Duncan's, Howe's, and Vincent's praise,
Join, join, my brave boys, in loud huzzas,

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

power,)

'Thy fame shall surpass every shrub of the vale;

'At spring's fair return thou shait bear a sweet

flower,

'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,
The Loves and the Graces have join'd;
While the goddess of wisdom I think had a share,

In reserving her charms for my mind:
Whi.e the gay smilesof fortune to these give a zest,

I'm blest my companions above;
And, Oh! my fond heart, I'll be doubly blest,
If I get but the lad that I love.

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,
To a beautihil swain I soon yielded my heart,

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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