I ne'er fhall want converfe, if tongue the poffefs;
And if mute, fill the rarity pleafes no lefs:
I'm fuited to either; for woman I prize,
And he that feeks more is more curious than wife,
Then ceafe, ye prophane, on the fex to difcant;
If you've wit to difcern, of charms they've no want;
Each fair can make happy, if woman we prize;
And he that feeks more is more curious than wife.

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DEAR Chloe, whilft thus beyond measure
You treat me with doubts and difdain,
You rob all your youth of its pleasure,
And hoard up an old age of pain;
Your maxim, that love is fill founded
On charms that will quickly decay,
You'll find to be very ill-grounded,
When once you its dictates obey.
The paffion, from beauty first drawn,
Your kindnefs will vaftly improve;
Soft fmiles and gay looks are the dawn,
Fruition's the funfhine of love::
And though the bright beams of your eyes
Should be clouded, that now are so gay,
And darkness poffefs all the fkies,

We ne'er can forget it was day.
Old Darby, with Joan by his fide,
You've often regarded with wonder;
He's dropfical, fhe is fore-ey'd;

Yet they're ever uneafy afunder:"
Together they totter about,

Or fit in the fun at the door, And at night, when old Darby's pot's out, His Jean will not smoke a whiff more.

No beauty or wit they poffefs,

Their feveral failings to fmother; Then what are the charms, can you guess, To make them fo fond of each other? Tie the pleasing remembrance of youth, The endearments that love did bestow; The thoughts of paft pleasure and truth, The belt of all bleffings below,

Thefe traces for ever will laft,

Which fickness nor time can remove;
For when youth and beauty are past,
And age brings the winter of love,
A friendship infenfibly grows

The current of fondness ftill flows,
By reviews of fuch raptures as these;

Which decrepid old age cannot freeze.
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YE fair, poffefs'd of ev'ry charm

To captivate the will;
Whofe fmiles can rage itself disarm,
Whofe frowns at once can kill;
Say, will you deign the verse to hear,
Whare flatt'ry bears no part

An honest verse, that flows fincere
And candid from the heart.

Great is your pow'r; but, greater yet,
Mankind it might engage,

If, as ye all can make a net,

Ye all could make a cage : Each nymph a thousand hearts may take; For who's to beauty blind? But to what end a pris'ner make, Unless you've ftrength to bind ? Attend the counsel often told, Too often told in vain; Learn that beft art, the art to hold, And Jock the lover's chain. Gamefters to little purpose win, Who lofe again as fast;

Tho' beauty may the charm begin, 'Tis fweetnefs makes it laft.

The nymphs and fwains expectant wait,
In primrofe chaplets gay,
Till morn unbars her golden gate,

And gives the promis'd May:

The nymphs and fwains fhall all declare
The promis'd May, when feen,
Not half fo fragrant, half fo fair,
As Kate of Aberdeen.

I'll tune my pipe to playful notes,

And roufe yon nodding grove,

Till new-wak'd birds diftend their throats,
And hail the maid I love:
At her approach the lark mistakes,

And quits the new dress'd green: Fond birds, 'tis not the morning breaks, 'Tis Kate of Aberdeen,

Now blithfome o'er the dewy mead,
Where elves defportive play,
The feftal dance young hepherds lead,
Or fing their love-tun'd lay,
Till May in morning-robe draws nigh,
And claims a virgin queen
The nymphs and fwains exulting cry,
Here's Kate of Aberdeen."

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YE fair who fhine thro' Britain's ifle,
And triumph o'er the heart;
For once attentive be a-while

To what I now impart.
Would you obtain the youth you love,
The precepts of a friend approve,
And learn the way to keep him.

As foon as nafure has decreed

The bloom of eighteen years," And Ifabel from school is freed, Then beauty's force appears; The youthful blaod begins to flow, She hopes for man, and longs to know The furest way to keep him. When first the pleafing pain is felt Within the lover's breaft;

And you by ftrange perfuafion melt,
Each wishing to be bleft;
Be not too bold, nor yet too coy
With prudence lure the happy boy,

And that's the way to keep him.

At court, at ball, at park or play,
Affume a modest pride;

And, left your tongue your mind betray,
In fewer words confide:

The maid who thinks to gain a mate
By giddy chat, will find too late

That's not the way to keep him.
In dreffing ne'er the hours kill,
That bane to all the fex;
Nor let the arts of dear spadille
"Your innocence perplex.
Be always decent as a bride;
By virtuous rules your reafon guide;

For that's the way to keep him.
But when the nuptial knot is faft,
And both its bleffings fhare,
To make thofe joys for ever laft,
Of jealousy beware:

His love with kind compliance meet;
Let conftancy the work complete,
And you'll be fure to keep him.

e playful lambkins fkip around, And hail the fifter fair.

e lark but ftrains his liquid throat,
To bid the maid rejoice,

nd mimics, while he fwells his note,
The sweetness of her voice:
be fanning Zephyrs round her play,
While Flora fheds perfume,
nd ev'ry flow'ret seems to fay,
I but for Sally bloom.

he am'rous youths her charms proclaim, From morn to eve their tale;"

tr beauty and unspotted fame. Make vocal ev'ry vale;

be ftream meand'ring thro' the mead,

Her echo'd name conveys;
ad ev'ry voice, and ev'ry reed.
Is tun'd to Sally's praise.

> more shall blithsome lafs and swain

To mirthful wake refort, rev'ry May morn on the plain Advance in rural sport:

more fhail gush the purling rill, Nor mufic wake the grove,

or flocks look fnow like on the hill, When I forget to love.

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HILE beaus to pleafe the ladies write, r bards, to get a dinner by't,

Their well-feign'd paffions tell, at me in humble verfe proclaim y love for her who bears the name Of charming Kitty Fell. Charming Kitty, lovely Kitty, Oh-charming Kitty, Kitty Fell.

Kitty's beautiful and young,

bat fhe has danc'd, that she has fung,
Alas! I know full well:
ee', and I fhall ever feel,

The dart more fharp than pointed fteel,
That came from Kitty Fell,
Charming Kitty, &c,

[Of late I hop'd, by reafon's aid,

To cure the wounds which love has made,
And bade a long farewell:
But t'other day the crofs'd the green;
I faw, I wish I had not feen,

My charming Kitty Fell
Charming Kitty, &c.

fafk'd her why the pafs'd that way?
To church, the cry'd-I cannot stay:
Why, don't you hear the bell?

To church-oh! take me with thee there, I pray'd: the would not hear my prayer, Ah! cruel Kitty Fell.

Cruel Kitty, &c.

And now I find 'tis all in vain,

1

I live to love, and to complain,
Condemn'd in chains to dwell:
For tho' fhe cafts a fcornful eye,
In death my fault'ring tongue will cry,
Adieu! dear Kitty Fell.
Charming Kitty, cruel Kitty,
Adieu, fweet Kitty, Kitty Fell.

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THAT Jenny's my friend, my delight & my pride

I always have boafted and feek not to hide

I dwell on her praifes wherever I go;

They fay, I'm in love, but I answer, No, no;
They fay, &c.

At ev'ning oft-times, with what pleasure I fee
A note from her hand, "I'll be with you at tea!"
My heart how it bounds when I hear her below!
But fay not 'tis love, for I answer, No, no ;
But fay, &c.

She fings me a fong, and I echo its train;
Again, I cry Jenny, fweet Jenny again:

I kifs her fweet lips. as if there I could grow
But fay not 'tis love, for I answer, No, no;
But fay, &c.

My fhoulder fhe taps, and fill bids me think fo:
Who knows but the loves, tho' fhe answers, No, nož
Who knows, &c.

From beauty and wit, and good humour, how I
Should prudence ad vife, and compel me to fly :
Thy bounty, O fortune, make hafte to bestow,
And let me deferve her, or ftill I'll fay, No;
And let me, &c.

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SURE Sally is the loveliest lafs

That e'er gave fhepherd glee; Not May-day, in its morning drefs," Is half fo fair as the.

Let poets paint the Papbian queen,
And fancy'd forms adore:

the

Ye bards, had ye my Sally feen,

You'd think on those no more. No more ye'd prate of Hybla's hill,

Where bees their honey fip,
Did ye but know the fweets that dwell
On Sally's love-taught lip:
But, ah! take heed, ye tuneful fwains,
The ipe temptation fhun;
Or elfe like me you'll wear her chains,
Like me you'll be undone."
Once in my cot fecure flept,

And lark-like hail'd the dawn;
More fportive than the kid I kept,
I wanton'd o'er the lawn:
To ev'ry maid love-tales I told,

And did my truth aver;

Yet, ere the parting kifs was cold,

I laugh'd at love and her.

But now the gloomy grove I fee,

Where lovelorn fhepherds ftray;
There to the winds my grief I fpeak,
And high my foul away

Nought but defpair my fancy paints,
No dawn of hope I fee

For Sally's pleas'd with my complaints,
And laughs at love and me.

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THE bird that hears her nettlings cry,

And flies abroad for food, Returns impatient thro' the sky, To nurse the callow brood: The tender mother knows no joy, But bodes a thousand harms; And fickens for the darling boy, When abfent from her arms. Such fondness with impatience join'd My faithful bofom fires; Now forc'd to leave my fair behind, The queen of my defires: The pow'rs of verfe too languid 'prove, All fimilies are vain,

To fhew how ardently I love,

Or to relieve my pain.

"

The faint with fervent zeal infpir'd,
For heav'n and joy divine;
The faint is not with rapture fir'd,
More pure, more warm than mine:

I take what liberty I dare,
'Twere impious to lay more;
Convey my longings to the fair,
The goddess I adore."-

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$ Chloe came into the room t'other day, revith began, where fo long could you stay? Our Ife time you never regarded your hour; a promis'd at two, but-look, child! 'tis four: ady's watch needs neither figures or wheels; I enough that 'tis loaded with baubles and feals: emper fo heedlefs no mortal can bearut far I went on with a refolute air; Ls far, &c.

d blefs me, faid fhe, let a body but speak; e's an ugly hard rofe bud fall'n into my neck: as hurt me, and vex'd me, to fuch a degree; here! for you never believe me, pray fee, the left fide my breaft, what a mark it has made! ing, her bofom the careless difplay'd 2 fcene of delight I with wonder furvey'd, forgot ev'ry word I defign'd to have faid. forgot, &c.

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SIST me, all ye tunetul nine,
Wh numbers foft and witty;
Ely I infcribe the line,
Ten raife my humble ditty.
•Lety, &cm

h, catch, ye groves, the am'rous fong; at ye waft the found along, Read, ye list ning fylvan throng,"

To praife my charming Belys
My lovely, charming Befly.
Let others fing the cruel fair,
Who glories in undoing,
And proudly bids the wretch defpair,
Rejoicing in his ruin;
And proudly, &c.;

Such haughty tyrants I deteft;
And let me fcorn them, while I reft
Upon thy gentle-fwelling breaft,
My lovely, charming Belly;
My lovely, &c.

The rofe I'll pluck to deck her head,
The vi'let and the panfy:
The cowflip too fhall quit the mead,
To aid my am'rous fancy;
The cowflip, &c.

M

Ye fragrant fifters of the spring,
Who thed your fweets on Zephyr's wing,
Around my fair your odours Aling,
Around my charming Belly;
Around, &c.

When ev'ning dapples o'er the skies,
The fun no longer burning,
Methinks I fee before my eyes

Thy well-known form returning,
Thy well-known, &c.

Thou art alone my conftant theme,
On hill or dale, by wood or ftream,
My waking wish, my morning dream,
Thou lovely, charming Bey
Thou lovely, &c.