CELIA and SABINA. I. THIRSIS, a young and am'rous swain, Saw two, the beauties of the plain, Gay Celia's eyes were dazzling fair; With fofter music drew. II. He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond romance of love, And feems for each to die; Till each a little spiteful grown, Sabina Celia's fhape ran down, And the Sabina's eye. III. Their envy made the fhepherd find No more he haunts the grove or stream, IV. Ah Celia fly Sabina cry'd, Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd, Let either fix the dart. Poor girl! fays Celia, fay no more; That spite which broke his chains before, P The fair Warning. YOUNG virgins love pleasure, As mifers do treasure; And both alike study To heighten the measure; But foon as they marry, And find things miscarry ; That they were not more wary. Instead of foft wooing, They run to their ruin, And all their lives after Drag forrow along. DEA Petticoat Wooing. I. EAR Colin, prevent my warm blushes, II. My paffion wou'd lofe by expreffion, III. Since yours is the province of speaking, IV. Then quickly why don't you discover? I need not tell over and over COLIN'S Reply. I. ‘OOD Madam, when ladies are willing, GOOD A man must needs look like a fool; II. At least ye fhou'd wait for our offers, III. You should leave us to guess by your blushing, And not tell the matter fo plain; 'Tis ours to be writing and pushing, And yours to affect a disdain. IV. But you're in a terrible taking, The Country-lafs's Ambition. WHAT I. tho' they call me country lafs? I read it plainly in my glass, That for a duchefs I might pass; Oh! could I see the day! II. Surrounded by a crowd of beaux, Oh! could I fee the day! I'll dart fuch glances from these eyes, III. Oh! then for every new delight, Of love and joy I'd take my fill, With a stand-by, Clear the way. The following Song is faid to be made in honour of our Sovereign Lady MARY Queen of SCOTS. You I. OU meaner beauties of the night, More by your number than your light, Ye are but officers of the skies ; What are you when the moon doth rise? II. You violets that first appear, By your fine purple colour known, As if the spring were all your own; III. You charming birds, that in the woods. In fofteft notes; what is your praise, IV. You glancing jewels of the east, Whose estimation fancies raise, Pearls, rubies, sapphires, and the rest Of glittering gems; what is your praise, V. But, ah! poor light, gem, voice, and smell, |