Alas! he had too just a cause And when that tracing goddess FAME How thou haft loved me; And how in odds our love was fuch Thou lov'd too many, I too much, B I fixt my Fancy on her. RIGHT CYNTHIA's power divinely great, A thousand CUPIDS on her wait, And in her eyes are playing. She feems the queen of love to reign; For fhe alone dispenses Such fweets as beft can entertain Her face a charming prospect brings, I hear an angel when she fings, Let me the other sense employ, I'll gar ye be fain to follow me. HE. DIEU, for a while, my native green plains, Dear NELLY, frae those I'd start easily free, SHE. Then tell me the reason, thou doft not obey HE. The reafon unhappy is owing to fate, SHE. Small fortune may serve where love has the sway, Then JONNY be counfel'd na langer to ftray: For while thou proves constant in kindness to me, Contented I'll ay find a treasure in thee. HE. O cease, my dear charmer, else soon I'll betray A weakness unmanly, and quickly give way To fondness, which may prove a ruin to thee, A pain to us baith, and dishonour to me. Bear witness, ye ftreams, and witness, ye flowers, Bear witness, ye watchful invisible powers, If ever my heart be unfaithful to thee, May naething propitious e'er fmile upon me. JOHN ANDERSON my Jo. 'TIS IS not your beauty nor your wit, For they could never conquer yet Think not my fancy to o'ercome, No smoothed figh, nor fmiling frown, Can fatisfy my mind. Pray let Platonics play fuch pranks, Such follies I deride; For love at least I will have thanks, Then open-hearted be with me, And let your actions be as free As virtue will allow. If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind; If Fortune chance to change your mind, Since our affections well ye know Mine's likewife in my hand. Or, by great CUPID'S deity, JOCKY and JENNY. Joску. HEN JOCKY was blefs'd with your love and WE your truth, Not on Tweed's pleasant banks dwelt fo blythsome a youth; And her name was the burthen and joy of my song. JENNY. Ere Jocky had ceas'd all his kindness to me, There liv'd in a vale not fo happy a she: Such pleasures with JOCKY his JENNY had known, Jocky. Ah! Jocky, what fear now poffeffes thy mind, When dancing fo gay with the nymphs on the plain, She yielded her hand and her heart to the swain. JENNY. You falfely upbraid, but remember the day Jocky. Believe not, sweet JENNY, my heart stray'd from thee, For Lucy the wanton's a maid ftill for me: From a lass that's so true your fond Jocky ne'er rov'd, Nor once could forfake the kind JENNY he lov'd. JENNY. My heart for young WILLY ne'er panted nor figh'd; Jocky. No shepherd e'er met with so faithful a fair; A KATHARINE OGIE. S walking forth to view the plain, |