Take my advice, love him that's brave,
Who fears not fears, or death, or wounds;
So may your smiles your country fave,
While Britain's Gilver trumpet founds.

YOUNG focky

Jocky blyth at early dawn,
Starts fresh and fair as rofes blawn,
Then o'er the dewy lawn he roves,
And greets the lafs he dearly loves.

Sweet (mells the birk, green grows the grafs;
Dear Jug will nathing move thee,
Be kind, be true, my bonny lass,
I only live to love thee.

To merit I no claim can make,
But that I'd die for your dear fake,
From every other business free,
My life and love shall follow thee,
Sweet fmells the birk, &c.

ime's on the wing and will not stay,
a fhining fun let's make our hay;
Vhile love does at his altar ftand,

live me your heart, Oh! give your hand. Sweet fmells the birk, &c.

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As Daphne fat beneath a fhade, To keep her theep from ftraying, is a pleafing thing, the faid, To live without obeying. It is a pleafing thing, &c. ow pleasant is a fingle life, 'Tis far beyond expreffion! at he, that is become a wife, Needs pity and compaffion. be bids adieu to all her joy, When matrimony binds her one, who does his thoughts employ In Ariving to confine her. low pleasant then is liberty, When none can e'er moleft them,

they are fools who don't live free, When fortune fo has bleft them,

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A CURSE attends that woman's love,

Who always would be pleasing;
The pertnels of the bi l.ng dove,
Like tickling is but teang.
What then in love can woman do?
If we grow fond they fhun us;
And when we fly them, they purfue,
But leave us when they've won us.
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AH! why did Focky gang away,
And leave his love behind him,
So far in diftant climes to stray,
When Jane could never find him?
Where thund'ring cannons they do roar
And drums fo loudly rattle;
Where verdant fields are all in gore,
By fome moft furious battle,
By fome most furious battle.

Ye guardian pow'rs, my Jocky fave,
When danger's fix'd around him;
For oh! in arms 'tis known how brave
His lairds have always found him,
There's ne'er a lad in au the town

Can boaft his equal merit;
He'll ever fight for England's crown,.
With loyalty and spirit.

Oh! had I known the cruel war
So long had kept my laddy,

I'd gang with him though e'er fo far,
In au my best of pladdy;

But, hark! I hear the fifes, the drums,
Oh! joy beyond expreffing;

My lovely foldier, fee! he comes,
I'll fly for to carefs him,

As

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I went o'er the meadows, no matter the day, A fhepherd I met who came tripping that way; I was going to fair all fo bonny and gay, He afk'd me to let him go 'long with me there; No harm fhall come to you, young damfel, I swear; I'll buy you a fairing to put in your hair,

You've

You've a good way to go, it is more than a mile,
We'll reft, if you please, when we get to yon stile:
I've a ftory to tell, that will charm you the while.
To go with him farther I did not much care;
But ftill I went on, not fufpecting a fnare,
For I dream'd of a fairing to come from the fair.

To make me more eafy, he said all he could:
I threaten'd to leave him, unless he'd be good;
For I'd not for the world, he should dare to be rude.
Young Roger had promis'd and baulk'd me last year;
If he should do fo, I would go no more there,
Tho' I long'd e'er so much for a gift from he fair.

When we got to the ftile, he would fcarce be faid no,
He prefs'd my soft lips, as if there he would grow;
(Take care how that way with a fhepherd you go).

Confounded I ran, when I found out his fnare; No ribbon, I cry'd, from fuch hands will I wear, Nor go, while I live, for a gift to the fair.

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As t'other day milking I fat in the vale,

Young Damon, came up, to addrefs his foft tale,
So fudden I started, and gave him a frown. [down.
For he frighted my cow, and my milk was kick'd
Lord blefs me! fays I, what-a-deuce can you mean'
To come hus upon me, unthought of, unseen,
I ne'er will approve of the love you pretend;
For, as mifchief began, perhaps mifchief may end.
I little thought now, he'd his paffion advance;
But pretty excufes made up the mifchance;
He begg'd a kind kifs, which I gave him, I vow;
And I laid, my own felf, all the fault on my cow.
How many ways love can the bosom invade !
His bait, prov'a too strong, alas! for a maid.
He hinted that wedlock was what he'd be at,
But I thought it was best to say nothing of that.

I flutter all other when'er he comes nigh;
For, if he should prefs, I fhould surely comply,
And ne'er fhall be angry, my heart itfetf tells,

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not what you ought to i̇mother,
Honour's laws should facred be;
Boafting favours from another,
Ne'er will favour gain with me.

But, infpir'd with indignation,
Sooner I'd lead apes in hell,
E'er I'd truft my reputation

With fuch fools as kifs and tell.
He who finds a hidden treasure,

Never should the fame reveal; He whom beauty crowns with pleasure, Cautious would his joy conceal. Him with whom my heart I'll venture, One where truth and prudence center, Shall my fame from cenfure fave;

And as fecret as the grave.

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COME then, pining, peevish lover,

Tell me what to do and fay, From your doleful dumps recover,

Smile, and it fhall have its way. With their humours thus to teize us, Men are fure the ftrangeft elves ! Silly creatures, would you please us, You should fill feem pleas'd your felves. 289 HASTE, Lorenzo, hither fly;

To my longing arms repair; With impatience I fhall die;

Come and footh thy Jelly's care, While we, then, in wanton play, Sigh and gaze our fouls away.

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HIST, hift! I hear my mother call!
Pr'ythee be gone,
We'll meet anon.-
Catch this, and this,
Blow me a kiss,

arewel! and yet a moment ftay, omething befide I have to fay; Well, 'tis forgot;

No matter what.

Love grant us grace,
The mill's the place.

She calls again, I muft away,

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WHY will you plague me with your pain?
You know fuch nonfenfe 1 difdain !
Your paffion, anguifh, tears, and fighs,
And all fuch folly, I defpife."

f I but frown, you fay, you die;
ure frowns can never hurt a fly:

lut fince my fmiles fuch bleffings prove
'll ever smile at you and love.
'ou fay that I am all divine,
ly eyes the brightest stars out shine;
nd I of charms have fuch a store,
is never girl possess'd before:
nd when I am as mad as you,
may believe it to be true;

ut never, till that time shall bè,
et me hear more of love or thee.

I AM a young maid,

That's forely afraid,

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fhall die one, though now woman grown, Take pity, ye fwains,

On one who complains, he is weary of lying alone.

When scarce ten years old, 1 oft have been told

by my playmates in ftrange dismal tone z Of terrible fprites,

That haunt the dark nights, Makes me fearful of lying alone,

Then here I now ftand,

And ready my hand,

To beflow on the youth who fhall own,

He's willing for life,

To make me his wife,

That I may not lie longer alone,

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AM a young virgin, who oft has been told
I fhould try to get married, before I'm too old,
I took their advice, and got one in my eye,
Who if I can't have, I'm afraid I fhall die.
Young Thyrfis is witty, well-featur'd and tail,
His fellow fwains own that he outdoes them all.
When firft I beheld him, I cannot tell why,
I thought I was going that moment to die.
If through the receffes of yon filent grove,
Or over the meadows I happen to rove,
And fee my dear shepherd at diftance pass by,
i tremble all o'er, and am ready to die.
When he plays on his pipe to the lambkins around,
1 fly to the place where I hear the bleft found:
Oh! Thyrfis! fweet youth to myself then I cry,
I'd liften to thee, was I going to die.

Laft Saturday eve, I remember the day,
I caught him faluting Clarinda the gay,
That I envy'd each kits, I will no deny,
And fervently pray'd that my rival might die.
Come Hymen, and lend a poor damfel your aid,
Who without your affiftance muft die an old maid,
Ip

K

To all my fond wifhet make Thyrfis comply, And if I don't have him. I with I may die.

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YE virgin pow'rs defend my heart
From amorous looks and fmiles;
From faucy love, or nicer art,
Which moft our sex beguiles.

From fighs and vows, and awful fears,

That do to pity move;

From fpeaking filence, and from tears,
Thofe fprings that water love.

But if thro' paffion I grow blind,

Let honour be my guide;

And when frail nature feems inclin'd,
There place a guard of pride.

An heart, whofe flames are feen, tho' pure,
Needs ev'ry virtue's aid;
And the who thinks herself fecure,
The fooneft is betray'd.

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INDEED, forfooth, a pretty youth,
To play the am'rous fool;
At fuch an age, methinks your rage,
Might be a little cool.

Fie, let me go, Sir,

Kifs me!-No, no, Sir.
You pull me and shake me,
For what do you take me,
This figure to make me?
I'd have you to know
I'm not for your game, Sir,
Nor will I be tame, Sir,
Lord, have you no shame, Sir;
To tumble one fo.

Philander the gay, I met at the play,

My heart beat a furious rattan ; Because you must know, I some time ago Had hopes of his being the man.

Brifk Strepbon came next, but then I was vex'd,
He play'd with Miss Phillis's fan;

I own to be fure, I could not endure.
To fee myself robb'd of a man.

My mother and aunts, still watching my haunts,
Obftru&t me as much as they can,

But what do I care, I vow and declare,
I'll fit myself foon with a man.
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LOVE thou bitter foe to reft,
Who haft, within this harmless breaft,
So home the fick'ning arrow fent;
Relieve a poor unwary maid,
Who, fondly gazing, was betray'd,

Nor knew what self delusion meant.

Since cuftom, cruel to the fair,
Forbids my paffion to declare,

Affift, blind god of foft defire;
To thy omnipotence I kneel;
Let him my fecret anguilh feel,

And burn for me with equal fire:
Then if the lovely youth appear,
By turns inclin'd to hope and fear,
And tenderly his paffion move,
My heart fhall flutter to his fight,
With gentle looks I'T meet his eyes,
And never, never, ceafe to love.

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TIME has not thinn'd my flowing hair,

Nor bent me with his iron hand,
Ah! why fo foon the bloffom bear,
E're autumn yet the fruit demand.
Let me enjoy the chearful day,
'Till many a year has o'er me roll'd,
Pleas'd let me trifle life away,

And fing of love e'er I grow old.

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Yet my denial still was thie,

WHY with fighs my heart is fwelling,

Why with tears my eyes o'erflow,
fk me not 'tis paft the telling,
Mute involuntary woe.

Who to winds and waves a firanger,
Vent'rous tempts the inconftant feas;
In each billow fancies danger,
Shrinks at every rifing breeze,
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WITH fweet words and looks fo tender,
Well you have your flame exprefs'd,
And conjure me to furrender,

All you wish to make me blefs'd,

ay, for yet I'm not complying,
If bright honour fways your mind,
Then there can be no denying;
When you ask I must be kind.

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WOULD you taste of freedom's charms,

ara courts thee to her arms;
iftrefs, like thine, fhould pity move,
nd pity's ray fhould kindle love,
or my heart adopts-thy woes,
elting, thrilling, as it glows;
ave thy cell, and follow me,
ve and Zara fet thee free.

302 OU afk me in vain, of what ills I complain, Where harbours the torment I find;

my head, in my heart, it invades ev'ry part, And fubdues both my body and mind. th effort I try, ev'ry medicine apply, The pangs of my foul to appeafe;

t doom'd to endure, what I mean for a cure, Turns poifon and feeds the difeafe.

Pfhaw! Man, I can't endure you;

And if he offer'd but a kifs,

Such rudeness! I'll affure me, I'll affure you, Such rudeness, I'll affure you.

For twenty youths (not he alone)

The am'rous flame confefs'd; And had I once been kind to one, I'm fure I'd loft the reft : Befide, he us'd no pretty arts,

But fagely wou'd allure me;
While others talk'd of flames and darts;
'Twas pretty-I'll affure ye,
'Twas pretty, &c.

My face, my form, were praised aloud,
My wit new conquefts fir'd;
And 'twas enough to make one proud
To be fo much admir'd;

At length, reflection fhew'd the fate
Such flatt'ry might procure me,
And virtue warn'd to fhun the bait,
Nor vainly-I'll affure ye,
Nor vainly, &c.

I bid the fighing train depart;
This maxim pleas'd to prove,
That flatt'ry fills the sensual heart,
But truth the heart of love :
Young Colin, wont in vain to plead,
Of vanity to cure me,

Now woo'd again; and now indeed
I lov'd him, I'll affure ye,
'I lov'd him, &c.