As tippling John was jogging on Bacchus is a power divine Bacchus must now his power resign PAGE 198 263 Be wary, my Celia, when Celadon fues Care, away gae thou frae me Come, lads, ne'er plague your heads Come, love, let's walk by yonder spring Come, neighbours, now we've made our hay Cupid, god of pleasing anguish Custom prevailing fo long 'mongst the great Damon, if you will believe me Daphnis stood pensive in the shade Dear Chloe, while thus beyond measure . Do not ask me, charming Phillis Fair Amoret is gone astray PAGE 95 04.12 Fair Iris and her fwain False tho' fhe be to me and love Fie! Liza, fcorn the little arts Farewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy Flutt'ring spread thy purple pinions 9 208 30 12 169 From grave leffons and restraint From rofy bowers, where sleeps the god of love 71 36 146 Gently touch the warbling lyre Gently ftir and blow the fire . Go, go, go, go, falsest of thy sex, begone Hark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn 257 Here's a health to the king and a lasting peace 79 He that will not merry merry be He who for ever Hey! my kitten, a kitten How blefs'd are beggar-laffes. How happy are we How happy are we 148 66 How happy a state does the miller poffefs I had a heart, but now I heartless gae I have been in love, and in debt, and in drink If heaven, its bleffings to augment . If the be not kind as fair If you at an office folicit your due . I'll fing you a dittay, and warrant it true. In spite of love, at length I've found 98 56 In yonder town there wons a May. 188 142 Jolly mortals, fill your glaffes. 81 Let matters of state Let us drink and be merry, &c. My dearest maid fince you defire My dear mistress has a heart. My friend and I . Kindly, kindly, thus my treasure Laft Sunday at St. James's pray'rs Leave off your foolish prating Let foldiers fight for prey or praise . Let's drink, my friends, while here we live Love, thou art the best of human joys Maiden, fresh as a rofe. Man may escape from rope or gun My Chloe, why do ye flight me My days have been fo wondrous free 107 19 II2 32 249 29 238 225 180 20 18 233 89 55 6 181 84 27 My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair Now God be wi' old Symon. Of all comforts I miscarried O my heart, my heavy, heavy heart Oh! lead me to fome peaceful gloom Oh! the charming month of May Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles On a bank befide a willow - On Ettrick banks, in a fummer's night On Whitsunday morning One April morn, when from the fea One evening as I lay PAGE 91 266 248 49 203 13 200 248 149 144 137 99 104 37 38 16 54 243 Our Polly is a sad slut ! nor heeds, &c. Phillis despise not your faithful lover Pious Selinda goes to prayers Pretty parrot, fsay, when I was away Proud woman, I fcorn you Pure as the new-fallen snow appears Remember, Damon, you did tell Saw ye the nymph whom I adore ✓ Send home my long stray'd eyes to me Since drinking has power to bring us relief So much I love thee, O my treasure ! 116 Sum up all the delights. Stella and Flavia, every hour. Sweet are the charms of her I love Sweet Nelly, my heart's delight Ten years, like Troy, my ftubborn heart. 13 243 8 172 184 4 234 The gamesters and lawyers are jugglers alike The gypfies came to our good lord's gate 253 The miser thus a fhilling fees 232 The modes of the court fo common are grown The ordnance aboard The play of love is now begun The fages of old |