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SONG XL.

ENTLY fir and blow the fire, Lay the mutton down to roaft, Drefs it quickly, I defire,

In the dripping put a toast, That I hunger may remove; Mutton is the meat I love.

On the dreffer fee it lie,

Oh! the charming white and red! Finer meat ne'er met my eye,

On the sweetest grafs it fed:

Let the jack go fwiftly round,
Let me have it nicely brown'd.

On the table spread the cloth,

Let the knives be fharp and clean: Pickles get and fallad both,

Let them each be fresh and green; With fmall beer, good ale, and wine, Oh! ye gods! how I fhall dine.

A fort of parody on fome verfes by A. Bradley, beginning thus:

Gently strike the warbling lyre,

Chloe feems inclin'd to reft, &c.

SONG XLI.

THE POWER OF MUSIC.

IMITATED FROM THE SPANISH.

BY DR. LISLE.

WHEN Orpheus went down to the regions below,

Which men are forbidden to fee,

He tun'd up his lyre, as old histories show,

To fet his Euridice free.

All hell was aftonish'd a perfon fo wife
Should rafhly endanger his life,

And venture fo far- but how vast their surprise!
When they heard that he came for his wife.

To find out a punishment due to his fault,
Old Pluto long puzzled his brain,

But hell had not torments fufficient he thought,
~So he gave him his wife back again.

But pity fucceeding found place in his heart,
And pleas'd with his playing fo well,
He took her again in reward of his art;
Such merit had mufic in hell!

SONG XLII.

THE GOSSIP S.

WO goffips they merrily met,
At nine in the morning full foon;
And they were refolv'd for a whet,
To keep their fweet voices in tune.

Away

Away to the tavern they went;

Here Joan I vow and proteft,

That I have a crown yet unfpent,

• Come let's have a cup of the best.'

And I have another, perhaps

"A piece of the very fame fort,

Why should we fit thrumming of caps,

• Come, drawer, and fill us a quart! And let it be liquor of life,

Canary, or fparkling wine! For I am a buxom young wife,

And I love to go gallant and fine."

The drawer, as blithe as a bird,
Came skipping with cap in his hand,
Dear ladies, I give you my word,

The best fhall be at your command."
A quart of canary he drew,

Joan fill'd up a glafs and begun,
Here's goffip's a bumper to you ;'
Ill pledge you, girl, were it a tun.'

And, pray goffip, did'nt you hear
The common report of the town,
A fquire of five hundred a year

Is married to Doll of the Crown:
A draggle-tail'd flut, on my word,
Her clothes hanging ragged and foul;
In troth he would fain have bird,

That would give a groat for an owl.

• And

And she had a fifter last year,

• Whose name they call'd Galloping Peg,
She'd take up a ftraw with her ear,
• I warrant her right as my leg!
A brewer he got her with child,
But e'en let them brew as they bake;
I knew he was wanton and wild,
But I'll neither meddle nor make.'

Nor I, goflip Joan, by my troth,
Though nevertheless I have been told,
She ftole seven yards of broad cloth,
A ring and a locket of gold;
A fmock and a new pair of fhoes;
A flourishing madam was she :-
But Margery told me the news,

And it ne'er fhall go further for me.

We were at a goffiping club,

• Where we had a chirruping cup, 'Of good humming liquor, ftrong bub! • Your husbands name there it was up,

For bearing a powerful sway,

All neighbours his valour have seen ;
For he is a cuckold they fay,—
A conftable, goffip, I mean.

Dear goffip, a flip of the tongue,

No harm was intended in mind:

• Chance words they will mingle among

Our others we commonly find.

• I hope

I hope you won't take it amifs."

No, no, that were folly in us;
And if we perhaps get a kiss,

Pray what are our husbands the worfe?'

SONG XLIII.

OF AN OLD COURTIER AND A NEW.

WITH an old fong made by an old ancient pate,

WITH

Of an old worshipful gentleman, who had a great estate,

Who kept an old house at a bountiful rate,

And an old porter to relieve the poor at his gate;
Like an old courtier of the queens,

[And the queens old courtier.]

With an old lady, whofe anger one good word affwages,
Who every quarter pays her old servants their wages,
Who never knew what belongs to coachmen, footmen, and

pages,

But kept twenty thrifty old fellows with blue coats and badges;

Like an old courtier, &c.

With an old study fill'd full of learned old books, With an old reverend parfon, you may judge him by his looks,

With an old buttery hatch worn quite off the old hooks, And an old kitchen, which maintains half a dozen old

cooks;

Like an old, &c.