Alas! he had too just a cause
Never to love thee more.

And when that tracing goddess FAME
From east to west shall flee,
She shall record it to thy fhame,

How thou haft loved me;

And how in odds our love was fuch
As few has been before;

Thou lov'd too many, I too much,
That I can love no more.

B

I fixt my Fancy on her.

RIGHT CYNTHIA's power divinely great,
What heart is not obeying?

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
The guft of all the fenfes.

Her face a charming prospect brings,
Her breath gives balmy blisses;

I hear an angel when she fings,
And taste of heav'n in kiffes.
Four fenfes thus fhe feafts with joy,
From Nature's richest treasure ;

Let me the other sense employ,
And I fhall die with pleasure.

I'll gar ye be fain to follow me.

HE.

DIEU, for a while, my native green plains,
My nearest relations, my neighbouring fwains,

Dear NELLY, frae those I'd start easily free,
Were minutes not ages, while abfent frae thee.

SHE.

Then tell me the reason, thou doft not obey
The pleadings of love, but thus hurry away?
Alake! thou deceiver, o'er plainly I fee,
A lover fae roving will never mind me.

HE.

The reafon unhappy is owing to fate,
That gave me a being without an estate,
Which lays a neceffity now upon me,
To purchase a fortune for pleasure to thee.

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,
That can my heart obtain;

For they could never conquer yet
Either my breast or brain;
For if you'll not prove kind to me,
And true as heretofore,
Henceforth your flave I'll scorn to be,
Nor doat upon you more.

Think not my fancy to o'ercome,
By proving thus unkind;

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,
And fomething else befide.

Then open-hearted be with me,
As I fhall be with you,

And let your actions be as free

As virtue will allow.

If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind;
If true, I'll constant be:

If Fortune chance to change your mind,
I'll turn as soon as ye.

Since our affections well ye know
In equal terms do ftand,
'Tis in your pow'r to love or no,

Mine's likewife in my hand.
Dispense with your aufterity,
Inconftancy abhor,

Or, by great CUPID'S deity,
I'll never love you more.

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;
With JENNY I fported it all the day long,

And her name was the burthen and joy of my song.
And her name was the burthen and joy of my fong.

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,
That she scorn'd in a cote the fine folks of the town.

Jocky.

Ah! Jocky, what fear now poffeffes thy mind,
That JENNY fo conftant, to WILLY'S been kind!

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
With Lucy you toy'd it beneath the new hay;
When alone with your Lucy, the shepherds have said,
You forgot all the vows that to JENNY you made.

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;
For you of that heart was the joy and the pride.
While Tweed's waters glide, fhall your JENNY be true,
Nor love, my dear Jocky, a fhepherd like you.

Jocky.

No shepherd e'er met with so faithful a fair;
For kindness no youth can with Jocky compare.
We'll love then, and live from fierce jealousy free,
And none on the plain shall be happy as we.

A

KATHARINE OGIE.

S walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,