This News was brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's King did reign,
That brave Earl Douglas fuddenly
Was with an Arrow flain.

O heavy News, King James did fay,
Scotland can Witness be,

I have not any Captain more
Of fuch Account as he.

Like Tidings to King Henry came,
Within as fhort a Space,
That Piercy, of Northumberland,
Was flain in Chevy-Chafe.

Now God be with him, faid our King,
Sith 'twill no better be;

I truft I have within my Realm
Five Hundred as good as he :

Yet fhall not Scot, nor Scotland say,
But I will Vengeance take,

And be revenged on them all,

For brave Earl Piercy's Sake.

This Vow full well the King perform'd
After, on Humbledown;

In one Day, Fifty Knights were flain,
With Lords of great Renown:

And of the reft, of fmall Account,
Did many Thousands die:

Thus ended the Hunting of Chery-Chase,
Made by the Earl Piercy.

God fave the King, and blefs the Land
In Plenty, Joy, and Peace;
And grant henceforth, that foul Debate
'Twixt Noblemen may cease,

SONG XVI. In Proferpine.

ET Harmony fweetly refounding,
Gay Pleasure and Transport invite,

Till the Voice in loud Echo's rebounding,
Thro' the Vallies diffuse our Delight.

SONG XVII. In the fame. Sleep, kind God, thou Friend to Sorrow, Come bind me in thy peaceful Chains From thee alone the Wretch can borrow Short Release from lafting Pains.

SONG XVIII. In the fame. Bleft Retreat! O blissful Bow'rs

O

Ye funny Hills, and verdant Glades, Warbling Choirs, and murm'ring Springs, Here,'midt your Sweets, in full Content I reign, Nor envy June on her ftarry Throne.

SONG XIX. In the lfland Princess.

H ceafe, ceafe, urge no more the God to fwell my Breaft!

The Manfion dreads the greater Gueft;

But lo! he comes! I fhake! I feel, I feel his Sway,
And now he hurries me along,
Then, Crowds believe, and Kings, obey,
'Tis Heaven infpires the Song.
Hafte! to the Gods due Vengeance give,
Hark! From their Seats they cry,

Who lets Blafphemers live

Shall by Blafphemers die.

Hafte, hafte, due Vengeance give, "Let the Sound

"Echo all around,

Hafte, hafte, due Vengeance give,

Beware! ten thousand thousand threat'ning Ills! I fee!

Invasions! Wars! Plagues! Ruin! endless Woes! Ah wretched Ine! I weep for Thee:

Save, fave thyself, refign the Gods Biafpheming Foes.

Now, now the Thunder roars,

The Earth now groans and quakes ja vind The rifing Main a Deluge pours,

The World's Fountain shakes,

B

no

Hell gapes! the Fiends appear!

Qh hold! ye angry Pow'rs relent, or we defpair.
See, we fulfil

Ón your Foes your dreadful Wilk
See the Throng

Hoot 'em, as they're dragg'd along.
Now they tear 'em, now they die;
All applaud, and shout for Joy.

Peace returns, all Nature fmiles,
Happy Days now blefs our Ifles;
Now we laugh with Plenty crown'dy
Merry Sports and Love go round.

SONG XX.

Kind Invader of my Heart;

Grac'd with ev'ry Gift of Nature,
Rais'd with ev'ry Grace of Art!
Oh! cou'd I but make thee love me,
As thy Charms my Heart have mov'd,
None cou'd e'er be bleft above me,

None cou'd e'er be more belov'd.

G

SONG XXI.

En'rous Wine, and a Friend in whom I can confide,

[Bride e

And a cleanly bright Girl I wou'd have for my
I'll keep a Brace of Geldings,

An eafy Pad to please my Spoufe,"
Kind Fate, what more I ask,
Ne'er to want my dear Flask,

And in friendly Bumpers ever briskly carouse.

SONG XXII.

Ow happy are we, when the Wind is abaft, And the Boatswain he pipes, haul both our Sheets aft.

Steady, fteady, fays the Mafter,

Gale,

it blows a frefk

[doth not fail.

We'll foon reach our Port, Boys, if the Wind

Then drink about, Tom, altho' the Ship roll, We'll fave our rich Liquor, by flinging our Bowl.

SONG XXIII.

LD Chiron thus preach'd to his Pupil,
Achilles;

OLD

I'll tell you, young Gentleman, what the Fates Will is.

You, my Boy, must go,

The Gods will have it fo,
To the Siege of Troy,

Thence never to return to Greece again;
But before thofe Walls to be flain.

Let not your noble Courage be caft down,
But all the while you lye before the Town,
Drink and drive Care away, drink and be merry:
You'll ne'er go the fooner to the Stygian Ferry.

SONG XXIV. In Tamerlane..

L

Ove gives War or Peace at Pleasure,
Fond Lovers ftill tormenting,

But deaf to all Lamenting,
Laughs when he gives us Pain:

Difplays his fhining Treafure,

His Toils and Spares furround us;
No fooner does he wound us,

But leaves us to complain.

SONG

Since

XXV. In the fame.

Ince thus you flight my Pain,
Return my Heart again,

Falfe, ungrateful Swain,

Or meet my Paffion.

But if my Heart you prizé,

O do not tyrannize!

O do not tyrannize!

But fhew Compaffion.

CEa

SONG XXVI.

Eafe, ye Rovers, cease to range
Pleasure revels leaft in Change:
Wand'ring ftill uneafy, ftill, ftill uneafy,
Nought can fix ye,

Nought can please ye,

Whilft true Love, like heav'nly Joys,
Never dies, and never cloys.

SONG XXVII. In Arfinoe.

DE

ELBO, if thou wilt not woe me,
Prithee fpare one fingle Kifs.

In good Faith, 'tis a Wrong you do me,
To deny fo fmall a Blifs.
Prithee knit no more thy Brows,
Prithee knit no more thy Brows,
Frowns difgrace a charming Face,
And but make us Paftime lofe..
Put on a little dimpling Smile,
Pleafing Looks the Heart beguile.

SONG XXVIII. In the fame.
Onscious Dungeon, Walls of Stone,
You that echo to my Grief,

Co

If not harder than my Fate,
Oh! give me fome Relief.
Ere in your hollow Womb,
Breathless Ormondo you entomb,
Shew me once the cruel Fair,
Since her Eyes first gave me Doom,
From her Lips 'twill eafy come.

SONG XXIX. In Thomy ris.

O more let Sorrow pain you,
Here Love alone fhall chain you,

N°

And ev'ry Joy restore.

New Pleasure shall detain you,

No Liberty has more.