Sound those pipes,-they're in tune, and those bins are well fill'd,

View that heap of old Hock in your rear ;

Yon bottles are Burgundy! mark how they're piled,
Like artillery, tier over tier,

My brave boys.

My cellar's my camp, and my soldiers my flasks,

All gloriously ranged in review;

When I cast my eyes round, I consider my casks
As kingdoms I've yet to subdue,

My brave boys.

Like Macedon's madman, my glass I'll enjoy,

Defying hyp, gravel, or gout;

He cried when he had no more worlds to destroy,

I'll weep when my liquor is out,

My brave boys.

On their stumps some have fought, and as stoutly will I,
When reeling, I roll on the floor;

Then my legs must be lost, so I'll drink as I lie,
And dare the best buck to do more,

My brave boys.

'Tis my will when I die, not a tear shall be shed, No Hic jacet be cut on my stone;

But pour on my coffin a bottle of red,

And say that his drinking is done,

My brave boys.

G. A. STEVENS.

CXXXII

APOLLO MAKING LOVE

I AM,-cry'd Apollo, when Daphne he woo'd,
And panting for breath, the coy virgin pursued,
When his wisdom, in manner most ample, express'd
The long list of the graces his godship possess'd,

I'm-the god of sweet song, and inspirer of lays;
Nor for lays, nor sweet song, the fair fugitive stays;
I'm the god of the harp-stop, my fairest-in vain ;
Nor the harp, nor the harper, could fetch her again.

Every plant, every flower, and their virtues I know,
God of light I'm above, and of physic below;
At the dreadful word physic, the nymph fled more fast;
At the fatal word physic she doubled her haste.

Thou fond god of wisdom, then, alter thy phrase,
Bid her view thy young bloom, and thy ravishing rays,
Tell her less of thy knowledge, and more of thy charms,
And, my life for't, the damsel will fly to thy arms.

T. TICKELL.

CXXXIII

CHLOE'S TRIUMPH

I SAID to my heart, between sleeping and waking,
"Thou wild thing, that always art leaping or aching,
What black, brown, or fair, in what clime, in what nation,
By turns has not taught thee a pit-a-patation ?"

Thus accused, the wild thing gave this sober reply
"See, the heart without motion, though Celia pass by!
Not the beauty she has, not the wit that she borrows,
Give the eye any joys, or the heart any sorrows.

"When our Sappho appears, she, whose wit so refined I am forced to applaud with the rest of mankind— Whatever she says is with spirit and fire;

Ev'ry word I attend, but I only admire.

"Prudentia as vainly would put in her claim,
Ever gazing on heaven, though man is her aim:
'Tis love, not devotion, that turns up her eyes—
Those stars of this world are too good for the skies.

"But Chloe so lively, so easy, so fair,

Her wit so genteel, without art, without care:
When she comes in my way-the motion, the pain,
The leapings, the achings, return all again."

O wonderful creature! a woman of reason!

Never grave out of pride, never gay out of season;
When so easy to guess who this angel should be,
Would one think Mrs. Howard ne'er dreamt it was she?
C. MORDAUNT, EARL OF PETERBOROUGH.

CXXXIV

THE PLAYTHING

KITTY'S charming voice and face,
Syren-like, first caught my fancy;
Wit and humour next take place,
And now I doat on sprightly Nancy.

Kitty tunes her pipe in vain,

With airs most languishing and dying;

Calls me false, ungrateful swain,

And tries in vain to shoot me flying.

Nancy with resistless art,

Always humorous, gay, and witty,

Has talk'd herself into my heart,

And quite excluded tuneful Kitty.

Ah, Kitty! Love, a wanton boy,

Now pleas'd with song, and now with prattle,

Still longing for the newest toy,

Has chang'd his whistle for a rattle.

L

ANON.

CXXXV

I LOVED thee beautiful and kind,
And plighted an eternal vow;

So alter'd are thy face and mind,
'Twere perjury to love thee now.

LORD NUGENT.

CXXXVI

ADVICE

CEASE, fond shepherd-cease desiring

What you never must enjoy ;

She derides your vain aspiring,
She to all your sex is coy.

Cunning Damon once pursu'd her,
Yet she never would incline;
Strephon too as vainly woo'd her

Tho' his flocks are more than thine.

At Diana's shrine aloud,

By the zone around her waist,

Thrice she bow'd, and thrice she vow'd

Like the goddess to be chaste.