The Toper's Petition. I. GRANT me, kind Bacchus, The god of the vine, Not a pipe nor a tun, But an ocean of wine, With a fhip that's well-mann'd With fuch rare-hearted fellows, Who ne'er left the tavern For a porterly alehouse. II. Let the ship spring a leak, So that each jolly lad May always be bound, Or to drink, or to drink, Or to drink, or be drown'd. III. When death does prevail, In a wave of good wine: The Relief by the Bowl. INCE drinking has power to bring us relief, SINCE Come fill up the bowl, and the pox on all grief : If we find that won't do, we'll have fuch another; Apollo and Bacchus were both merry fouls, * On Masonry. I. BY mafon's art, the afpiring dome In various columns fhall arife; II. Great, gen'rous, noble, wife, and brave, Time shall their glorious acts inrol, Whilft love and friendship charm the foul. The Coquet. I. FROM Whyte's and Will's, The love-fick Strephon flies; His numbers flow, And all in rhyme he dies. II. The fair coquet, With feign'd regret, Invites him back to town; But when in tears The lad appears, She meets him with a frown. III. Full oft the maid This prank had play'd, Gently touch, &c. I. ENTLY touch the warbling lyre, GE Chloe feems inclin❜d to rest, Fill her foul with fond defire, II. On the moffy bank she lies, IMITATED. I. GENTLY ftir and blow the fire, Lay the mutton down to roast, Get me, quick, 'tis my defire, II. On the dreffer fee it lies: O the charming white and red! III. On the table spread the cloth, Let the knives be sharp and clean; Pickles get of every sort, And a falad crisp and green : Then with small beer and sparkling wine, O ye gods! how I fhall dine! The happy Beggars. OW Queen of the Beggars. How blefs'd are beggar-laffes, Who never toil for treasure ! Who know no care, but how to share Each day fucceffive pleasure ! Drink away, let's be gay, Beggars ftill with bliss abound, Mirth and joy ne'er can cloy, Whilst the sparkling glass goes round. First Woman. A fig for gaudy fashions, No want of cloaths oppreffes; We live at ease with rags and fleas, We value not our dreffes. Drink away, &c. Second Woman. We fcorn all ladies' washes, With which they fpoil each feature, No patch or paint our beauties want, We live in fimple nature. Drink away, &c. Third Woman. No cholic, fpleen, or vapours, |