And tho' you go gay, In Silks, as you may, It is not the Highway to Heaven, (they fay) Repent, then repent ye for better for worse, And kifs not the Gallows for cutting a Purse. Youth, Youth, &c. SONG CCCLXXI. There was, &c. Here was an old Woman that had but one THe Yet fain a Landlord he would be. With a fadariddle la, fa la da riddle la, fa la la fa la la re. And as he was going Home, He met his old Mother upon the High-way; O Mother, quoth he, Your Bleffing grant me, Thus the Son to the Mother did say. I ha' begg'd Butter-milk all this long Day, This Butter-milk I will it fell, A Penny for it I fhall have, you shall fee; With that Penny I will buy me fome Eggs, And I fhall have seven for my Penny. With a fa, &c. And those seven Eggs I'll fet under a Hen, Perhaps feven Cocks they may chance for to be; And when thofe feveh Cocks are seven Capons, There will be feven Half-Crowns for me. With a fa, &c. But as he was going Home, His Pitcher was broke, and bis Eggs were dif This 'tis to count Chickens before they are batch'd. With a fa, & SONG CCCLXXII. The Kirk wad let me be. I Was anes a well-tocher'd Lafs, And the plays the Deel with his Gear 3 I'll take thee, fweet May, in thy Snood Your Kindness is better to me, I'm but a young Farmer it's true, And Rowth of good Rucks in my Yard, Sax Servants fhall jouk to thee: That makes her Good-wife at hame. SONG CCCLXXIII. Belinda's, &c. B See Beauty triumphs in her Face: Her Charms fuch lively Rays difplay, They kindle Darkness into Day! When the appears, all Sorrow flies, And Gladness fparkles in our Eyes: Around her wait the flutt'ring Loves, When graceful in the Dance the moves. SONG CCCLXXIV. Tis now, T IS now fince I fat down before That foolish Fort a Heart, (Time ftrangely fpent) a Year and more, And fill I did my Part: Made my Approaches, from her Hand Unto her Lip did rife And did already understand The Language of her Eyes. Proceeded on with no lefs Art, My Tongue was Engineer I thought to undermine the Heart When this did nothing, I brought down I then refolv'd to ftarve the Place, To draw her out, and from her Strength, When I had done what Man could do, And fmil'd at all was done. I fent to know from whence, and where, A Spy inform'd, Honour was there, March, march, (quoth I,) the Word ftraight give, Let's lofe no Time, but leave her: That Giant upon Air will live, And hold it out for ever. To fuch a Place our Camp remove, SONG CCCLXXV. Lonely, &c. Lonely Groves, young Straphon chungs There t'indulge his am'rous Mufing, defpair at Celia's Frowning; When the weeps, in Tears I'm drowning, SONG, CCCLXXVI. Iris, &c. RIs on a Bank of Thyme, With a Sigh, and weeping Eye, Said to lovely Celamine, Let not Men your Heart furprize, SONG CCCLXXVII. Tell me, &c. For, Faith, I can't fee to what End |