But Gold, without the Chymift's Skill,
Turns all Men into Knaves.
And a cheating they will go, &c.

The Merchant wou'd the Courtier cheat,
When on his Goods he lays

Too high a Price-but, faith, he's bit,
For a Courtier ne'er pays.
And a cheating, &c.

The Lawyer, with a Face demure,
Hangs him who feals your Pelf,"
Because the good Man can endure
No Robber but himfelf.

And a cheating, Sec.

Betwixt the Quack and Highwayman,
What Diff'rence can there be?
Tho' this with Piftol, that with Pen,
Both kill you for a Fee.

And a cheating, &c.

The Hufband cheats his loving Wife,
And to a Mistress goes;

While fhe at home, to eafe her Life,
Caroufes with the Beaus.

And a cheating, &c.

The Tenant doth the Steward nick,
(So low this Art we find)

The Steward doth his Lordship trick
My Lord tricks all Mankind.

And a cheating, &c.

One Sect there are, to whofe fair Lot

No cheating Arts do fall,

And thofe are Parfons call'd, God wot,

And fo I cheat you all. And a cheating, &c.

SONG CCCCXXXVI. I wish my, &c.

HE thirsty Earth foaks up the Rain,
And drinks, and gapes for Drink again.
Plants fuck in the Earth and Air,
constant drinking fresh and fair.

The Sea itself, which one would think,
Should have but little need of Drink,
Drinks ten thousand Rivers up,
So fill'd, that they o'erflow the Cup.
The busy Sun (and one fhould guess,
By's drunken fiery Face, no lefs)
Drinks up the Sea; and when has done,
The Moon and Stars drink up the Sun;
They drink and dance by their own Light,
They drink and revel all the Night:
Nothing in Nature's fober found, washbas
But an eternal Health goes round.943 pm and
Fill up the Bowl then, fill it high,
Fill all the Glaffes there; for why
Shou'd ev'ry Creature drink but I;
Why, Men of Morals, tell me why?
SONG CCCCXXXVII. Brisk, &c.

B

Rifk Claret and Sherry

Will make us all merry;

A

Then fill the Glafs, fill the Glafs readily round; Put it o'er the left Thumb,

Tho' the Company's dumb,

"Twill open their Pipes with a mufical Sound,
Twill open,

Then fo, la, me, fa, 2018 cars)
With a Note on ela;

Then higher, then higher perhaps it may rife.

Fill a Bumper about,

For without any doubt,

Jolly Bacchus, jolly Bacchus is prais'd to the Skies,

Is prais'd to the Skies.

SONG CCCCXXXVIH.Old Adam? LD Adam, it is true,

No Care in Eden knew,

Yet his Sons live more gay and airy s

For he tippl'd Water,

US

While we, who come after

Drink Claret and racy Canary.

Then let each tafte his Gifs, Sturz oka
And drink to his Lass,

But ne'er be a Slave unto either;
For they are only wifey

Who both equally prize,

And join Bacchus and Venus together. Whenever thus they meet, og f

All our Joys are compleat,

And our Jollity ne'er can expire;

They our Faculties warm,

And us mutually charm,

While each from the other takes Fire,

SONG CCCCXXXIX. Come, let's, &c.

Ome, let us drink,

Com

'Tis vain to think,

Like Fools, on Grief or Sadnefs;

Let our Money fly,

And our Sorrow die,
All worldly Care is Madness.

But Wine and good Chear,
Will, in Spite of our Fear,

Infpire our Hearts with Mirth, Boys:
The Time we live,

To Wine let us give,

Since all must turn to Earth, Boys,

Hand about the Bowl,

The Delight of my Soul,

And to my Hand commend It;"

A Fig for Chink,

'Twas made to buy Drink,

And before we go hence we'll fpend it,

SONG CCCCXL. Who to win, &C. "Oman, Nature's greatest Beauty, Was alone defign'd for Mani

W

It therefore is each Mortal's Duty,
To enjoy it whilft he can.
No more denying, d
Be complying,

Joys are nigh you,

Youth will fly you,

For our Life is but a Span

For, &c.

Afk old Mortals paft the Pleasure,

If they would be young again,
They'd give their golden Heaps of Treafure
But they must defire in vain.
Always whining,

Ever pining,
Always fighing,

Ever crying,

Oh! that I were young again.

Ob! &c.

Yield then quickly, Charmer, ease me,
Whilft thy Beauty's in its Prime}
The Joys I'm fure I know will please thee,
And no more be call'd a Crime.

Melting Bliffes,

Dying Kiffes,
Hearts inviting,

Souls uniting,

All excite the happy Time,
All, &c.

SONG CCCCXLI. A Cynthio, &fc.

S Cynthio late within the Grove...

A Bemoan'd his too fuccefsleft Love,

And eas'd, retir'd, his fecret Pain:
The God of Love, who wander'd near,
Chanc'd his Complaint to overhear,
And thus address'd the Swain,
Rife, filly Shepherd, rife, he cry'd
At feems you're cafily deny❜d,

Because the charming Nymph is coy : The Tongue may learn to fpeak with Art, But would ye know the fair one's Heart, Confult it in her Eye!

'Tis in that Mirrour of her Soul, The Secrets of her Bolom roll

Reveal'd without Difguife to View:
For Cynthio! take it for a Truth,
You only are the favour & Youth,
And Lydia loves but you!

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No more my Altars then upbraid, mis v
Nor thus invoke my needlefs Aid!
Since faithful I have done my Parti

Addrefs,

Thy own perform withs to bleis,

She foon fhall yield

And give thee all

Aer Heart!

So fpoke fincere-the friendly God,
When straight along the flow'ry Road,

The Nymph with languid Beauty mov'd:
The Swain with Joy the Moment feiz'd,
She heard his tender Vows well pleas'd,
And all his Wifh approv'd.

With grateful Pride and gladfome Air
To Hymen's Shrine he led the Fair!
And made the lafting Blifs fecare:

Let Maids no more falfe Coldness feign, A' Let faithful Swains no more complain,

But boldly ask a Cure !

SONG CCCCXLII. Of all States,&c.

Fall States in Life fo various,
Marriage fure is moft precarious!

'Tis a Maze fo ffrangely winding,
Still we are new Mazes finding;~

"Tis an Action fo fevere,

That nought but Death can fet us clear, opy's the Man from Wedlock free,~ nows how to prize his Liberty 3