Fill your glass, name your lass, See her health go fweetly round, Drink about, fee it out,

Let the night with joy be crown'd.

WE

SONG XXXI.

E'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys, Put the glafs then around with the fun, boys; Let Apollo's example invite us,

For he's drunk every night,

That makes him fo bright,

That he's able next morning to light us.

Drinking's a Chriftian diverfion,

Unknown to Turk and the Perfian:
Let Mahometan fools
Live by heathenish rules,

And dream o'er their tea-pots and coffee;
While the brave Britons fing,

And drink healths to their king,
And a fig for their fultan and fophy

W

SONG XXXII.

Hile the lover is thinking,
With my friend I'll be drinking,

And with vigour purfue my delight;
While the fool is defigning,

His fatal confining,

With Bacchus I'll spend the whole night.

With the god I'll be jolly, Without madness and folly, Fickle woman to marry implore; Leave my bottle and friend, For fo foolish an end!

When I do, may I never drink more.

VOL. III.

* Y

SONG

C

SONG XXXIII.

Elia, let not pride undo you, Love and life fly swiftly on; Let not Damon fill pursue you, Still in vain, till love is gone: See how fair the blooming rofe is, See by all how justly priz'd; But when it its beauty lofes,

See the wither'd thing defpis'd.

When those charms that youth have lent

Like the roses are decay'd,

Celia, you'll too late repent you,

And be forc'd to die a maid!

Die a maid! die a maid! die a maid!
Celia, you'll too late repent you,
And be forc'd to die a maid!

'LL

SONG XXXIV.

around the fhady bowers,

And gather all the fweetest flowers;
I'll ftrip the garden and the grove,
'To make a garland for my love.

When in the fultry heat of day,
My thirsty nymph does panting lie,
I'll haften to the fountain's brink,
And drain the ftream that she may drink,

At night, when she shall weary prove,
A graffy bed I'll make my love,
And with green boughs I'll form a fhade,
That nothing may her reft invade.

And whilft diffolv'd in fleep fhe lies,
Myself shall never close those eyes;
But gazing flill with fond delight,
I'll watch my charmer all the night,

you,

And

And then, as foon as chearful day
Difpels the gloomy fhades away,
Forth to the forest I'll repair,
And find provifion for my fair.

Thus will I spend the day and night,
Still mixing pleasure with delight:
Regarding nothing I endure,
So I can eafe for her procure.

But if the maid whom thus I love,
Shou'd e'er unkind and faithlefs prove,
I'll feek fome difmal distant fhore,
And never think of woman more.

TH

HO' cruel you feer to my pain,
And hate me becaufe I am true;
Yet, Phillis, you love a falfe fwain,
Who has other nymphs in his view.
Enjoyment's a trifle to him,

To me what a heaven it would be!
To him but a woman you feem,
But ah! you're an angel to me:

Thofe lips which he touches in haste,
To them I for ever could grow,
Still clinging around that dear waist,
Which he spans as befide him you go
That arm, like a lily fo white,

Which over his fhoulders you lay,
My bofom could warm it all night,
My lips they would prefs it all day.
Were I like a monarch to reign,
Were graces my fubjects to be,
I'd leave them, and fly to the plain,
To dwell in a cottage with thee.
But if I muft feel thy difdain,
If tears cannot cruelty drown,
O! let me not live in this, pain,
But give me my death in a frown.
Y. 2.

SONG

SONG XXXVI.

Rom rofy bowers, where fleeps the god of love, Hither, ye little waiting Cupids, fly; Teach me, in foft melodious fong, to move With tender paffion my heart's darling joy : Ah! let the foul of mufic, tune my voice, To win dear Strephon, who my foul enjoys. Or if more influencing

Is, to be brisk and airy,

With a flep and a bound,
And a frisk from the ground,
I'll trip like any fairy:
As once on Ida dancing,
Were three celestial bodies,
With an air and a face,
And a fhape and a grace,
Let me charm like beauty's goddess.

Ah! ah! 'tis in vain, 'tis all in vain,
Death and defpair must end the fatal pain;`
Cold despair, difguis'd like fnow and rain,
Falls on my breaft; black winds in tempefts blow:
My veins all hiver, and my fingers glow;
My pulfe beats a dead march for loft repofe,

And to a folid lump of ice my poor fond heart is froze.

Or fay, ye powers, my peace to crown,
Shall I thaw myself, or drown
Amongst the foaming billows,
Increafing all with tears I fhed;

On beds of ooze and crystal pillows

Lay down my love-fick head?

No, no, I'll ftraight run mad,
That foon my heart will warm ;
When once the fenfe is fled,
Love has no power to charm:
Wild thro' the woods I'll fly,
My robes and locks fhall thus be tore;

A thoufand thoufand deaths I'll die,
Ere thus in vain! ere thus in vain adore.

SONG

SONG XXXVII.

H! lead me to fome peaceful gloom,
Where none but fighing lovers come,
Where the fhrill trumpets never found,
But one eternal hush
goes round.

There let me footh my pleafing pain,
And never think of war again;
What glory can a lover have

To conquer, yet be still a slave ?

SONG XXXVIII.

H! lead me to fome peaceful room,

OF Where none but honeft fellows come,

Where wives loud clappers never found,
But an eternal laugh goes round.

There let me drown in wine my pain,

And never think of home again :
What comfort can a husband have,
To rule the house where he's a flave?

SONG XXXIX.

Tous Selinda goes to prayers,
If I but afk a favour;

And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When the believes I'll leave her.-

Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her;
Would the cou'd make of me a faint,
Or I of her a finner.

SE

SONG XL.

EE, fee, fhe wakes, Sabina wakes,
And now the fun begins to rife;

Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks
From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.

With