Here lies a body once fo brave,
Who with drinking made his grave,
Who with, &c.

Since thus to die will purchafe fame,.
And leave an everlasting name,
Since thus to die, &c.

Drink, drink away, drink, drink away,
And let us be nobly interr'd,

Drink drink, &c.

Let mifers and flaves

Pop into their graves,

And rot in a dirty church. yard,'
And rot in a dirty church-yard,,
Let mifers, &c...

B

ACCHUS is a power divine;
For he no fooner fills my head

With mighty-wine,

But all my cares refign,

And droop, and droop, and fink down dead:

Then, then the pleafing thoughts begin,

And I in riches flow,.,

At least I fancy fo;

And without thought of want I fing,
Stretch'd on the earth, my head all around,”.
With flowers, wav'd into a garland crown'd::
Then, then I begin to live,

And fcorn what all the world can show or give,
Let the brave fools that fondly think
Of honour and delight

To make a noife, a noife and fight,
Go feek out war whilst I feek peace,
Whilft I feek peace, feek peace and drink,
Whilft I feek peace, feek peace and drink.
Then fill my glass, fill fill it high;

Some perhaps think it fit to fall and die;

But when bottles are rang'd

Make war with me,

The fighting fool fhall fee,
When I am funk,
The difference to ly dead,
And ly dead drunk,
The fighting fool, &c.

YE virgin powers, defend my heart,

From amorous looks and fmiles;

From faucy love, or nicer art,

Which most our fex beguiles.

From fighs and vows, and awful fears,
That do to pity move;

From Speaking 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 seen, tho' pure

Needs every virtue's aid ;
And she who thinks herfelf fecure,

The fooneft is betray'd..

W

HY fhou'd a foolish marriage voWy
Which long ago was made,

Oblige us to each other now,

When paffion is decay'd?

We lov'd, and we lov'd

As long as we cou'd,

Till love was lov'd out of us both;

But our marriage is dead,
When the pleasure is fled;

'Twas pleasure first made it an oath..

If I have pleasures for a friend, ·
And further love in store,

What wrong has he whofe joys did end,,
And who cou'd give no more?
'Tis a madness that he

Shou'd be jealous of me,

Or that I fhou'd bar him of another;

For all we can gain,

Is to give ourselves pain,

When neither can hinder the other.

Y dear mistress has a heart,

M Soft as thefe kind looks the gave me.

When with love's refiftlefs art,

And her eyes fhe did enflave me; But her conftancy's fo weak,

She's fo wild and apt to wander, That my jealous heart would break, Shou'd we live one day afunder.

Melting joys about her move,

Killing pleasures, wounding bliffes:
She can dress her eyes in love,
And her lips can arm with kiffes:

Angels liften when the fpeaks;

She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break,...

Should we live. one day asunder.

I'

'LL fail upon the dog-far,
And then pursue the morning;
I'll chafe the moon till it be noon,
I'll make her leave her horning.

I'll climb the frofty mountain,

And there I'll coin the weather;
I'll tear the rainbow from the sky,
And ty both ends together.

The stars pluck from their orbs too,
And crowd them in my budget;
And whether I'm a roaring boy,
Let Gresham college judge it :-
While I mount yon blue celum,
To fhun the tempting gipfies;
Play at foot-ball with fun and moon,
And fright ye with eclipfes..

SON G

JAMES.

LXXXIII.

RITHEE, Sufan, what doft mufe on,
By this doleful spring?

You are, I fear, in love, my dear;

Alas, poor thing!

SUSAN.

Truly, Jamie, I must blame ye,
You look fo pale and wan;
I fear 'twill prove you are in love;
Alas, poor man!

JAMES.

Nay, my Suey, now I view ye;

Well I know your smart,

When you're alone you figh and groan;:
Alas, poor heart!

SUSAN.

Jamie, hold; I dare be bold

To fay, thy heart is stole,

And know that fhe as well as thee
Alas, poor foul!

JAMES.

Then, my Sue, tell me who;

I'll give thee beads of pearl,

And ease thy heart of all this smart;
Alas, poor girl! :

SUSAN.

Jamie, no, if you should know,

I fear 'twould make you fad,

And pine away both night and day -
Alas, poor lad!

JAMES.

Why then, my Sue, it is for you,-
That I burn in these flames;
And when I die, I know you'll cry,
Alas, poor James!

SUSAN.

Say you fo, then, Jamie know,
If you should prove untrue,
Then must I likewise cry,
Alas, poor Sue !:

Quoth he, then join thy hand with mine,
And we fhall wed to-day:
I do agree, here 'tis, quoth fhe,
Come, let's away.

WHEN, lovely Phillis, thou art kind,

Nought but raptures fill my mind:

'Tis then I think thee fo divine,

T' excel the mighty power of wine:

But when thou infult'ft, and laugh'it at my pain,
I wash thee away with fparkling champaign;
So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother,
And drive out one God by the power of another...

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