You fondly court your blifs, And no advances make ; 'Tis not for maids to kifs, But 'tis for men to take: So you may kiss me kindly, And I will not rebel, Thirfis may kifs me kindly, Kindly fill and kindly ;But never kifs and tell. ALTERNATIVE. And may I kiss you kindly? U 3/ And 20 And will you not rebel? And I will not rebel. Then, love, I'll kiss thee kindly, A SONG X. H! bright Belinda, hither fly, Arife, my day, with fpeed arife, No longer let me figh in vain, The petty powers of hell deftroy; 'The choice then fure's not hard to make, My goddess, or, my devil? F SONG XI. IE! Liza, fcorn the little arts Who think they ne'er fecure cur hearts, Are Are coy and fhy; will feem to frown, Come let's not trifle time away, B SONG XII. charms : E wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues, Young Damon despis'd for his plainnefs of parts, Your fool is a faint in the temple of love, Your wit but looks in, and makes hafte to remove, 'Tis a ftage he but takes in his way. Stella SONG XIII. Tella and Flavia, every hour, In Stella's foul lies all her power, More boundless Flavia's conquefts are, And Stella's more confin'd: All can difcern a face that's fair, But few a lovely mind." Stell Stella, like Britain's monarch, reigns Like eastern tyrants, Flavia deigns To rule o'er barren fands. Then boaft, fair Flavia, boaft thy face, SONG XIV. There's none like pretty Sally ;. She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage nets, 'em ; And And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dreft in all my befst, My mafter carries me to church, I leave the church in fermon-time, When Christmas comes about again, O! then I fhall have money; I'll hoard it up and box it all, And wou'd it were ten thousand pound, She is the darling of my heart, And the lives in our alley. My mafter, and the neighbours all, A flave and row a galley; But when my seven long years are out, O! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, But ay not in our alley. SONG XV. Ould you have a young virgin of fifteen years.? Ever toying and playing, and fweetly sweetly Sing a love-fonnet, and charm her ears; Wittily, |