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Some moments I suffer'd my Fair to take breath, Then, sighing, she cry'd, “ Lord! I'm frighted to
Death; Suppose, now, by any one I shou'd be seen ?" "Nay, nay, now,-nay, pray now. -Dear-.-what do you
?! “ Had I thought you wou'd be half so rude---fye!
for shame! " I wish I'd been wet to the skin e'er I came.
" You will have a Kiss then !-why, take one or two! “I beg you won't teize me!-Lord! what wou'd
do ? “ You'll tear all one'sthings--I ne'er saw sucha Man! " I will hold your hands tho'!--Aye, do if you can. " Is this your love for me ?-is this all " I'll never come near you again,-now, I swear !
As she push'd me away, Love explain’d by her eyes,
The Storm being over, all Sunshine the Air,
;) What have you been doing? and what have. I done?
Into this fatal place, I most solemnly vow,
VEE this Bumper, Bucks be gay,
I scorn all imposition ;
'Tis Courtship’s Coalition. When two parties close embrace,
And separation smother, He is upright in his place,
And downright is the other.
Whether 'tis to rise or fall,
Yet still his time improving, In the Cockpit at Whitehall
The best of measures moving, Outs will sometimes Ins become,
'Twixt both sides bold he ventures, Pushing things with vigour home,
Certain of a strong support,
Each op'ning hé embraces, is All the time he stays at Court
His friends preserve their places.
The Members he depends upon,
When plac'd in proper Station,
At Beauty's Installation.
Respecting Mankind's wishes,
To plunder Loaves and Fishes.
The daily papers tell us,
Non Placets will be jealous.
Ministers may Places fill,
I buy none, nor am selling ;
Is what I chuse to dwell in.
Yet Prospects can command, Sir;
For me upright to stand, Sir.
On the Hill, along the Dale,
I sometimes turn a Rover,
I slily creep to Cover.
'Tis Pleasure's wild Plantation.
Here's Love's Association.
what you say, Let Englishmen ever shew all folks fair play; Look
up, and reflect, e'er ye dare to despise, We are all Sons alike of one LORD of the Skies. Does He give to the Savage, the Turk, or the Jew, The Indian, or Catholic, less than to You? But Prejudice blinds us, that mind-maddning Elf, We all wou'd be wiser than WISDOM itself.
The unfeeling Base deny Sorrow a tear,
We wrangle, we ridicule, laugh, and despair,
At Scotsmen we spurn, and at Irishmen sneer;
Hospitality, somehow, was banish'd from town, Good nature enquir'd where Welcome was flown; By Faction drove off, she returns here no more, Contentedly settled on Ireland's shore.
For the Scots-if we suffer not Party to rate,
and Great ; Where e'er Merit's found, give that Merit its due, To praise the Praise-worthy, adds Merit to you.
To Oblivion consign those Distinctions of Soil,
Men all born in one Isle? The same sea encircles our shores with its tide, What Creation unites thus shall Clamour divide ?
Here's to all the Good Fellows, in ev'ry Degree, Who dare do as we do, drink, think, and speak
free; And here's to those Lasses who Liberty prove, And pledge from their Hearts this Toast, FREEDOM
YIRCE was a precious piece,
A plague upon the Gypsey,
And made her Tenants tipsey ;
Engend'ring 'mong her Devils, Upon those obscene Imps begot
A harpy Spawn of Evils.