But hark! who is that we hear hobbling up stairs?
It is Reason, quoth Fancy Oh is it! who cares?
He's welcome, a chair there-I hope he'll sit down:
As he enter'd I smil'd,-he return'd me a frown.

My Lass was before me, my Bottle between ;
In Our looks we rejoic'd we just now were not seen;
But when Pleasure prompts, Reason always sneaks
off;

When over, he bully-like, enters to huff.

Just like an old Watchman, the Goblin was drest, Grey hairs, pole and lanthorn, broad belt, and long

vest;

Young Fellow, quoth He, it is time you shou'd think ;
Old Fellow, quoth Me, it is time you shou'd drink.
I offer'd a Flask of Champaign, on my knee,
And begg'd, as my Doctor, he'd drink for his fee;
I prais'd his wise seeming, my praises prevail'd,
For Flattery's a nostrum which never yet fail'd.

With Praises, with Bumpers, I ply'd him so long,
That himself he forgot, and wou'd sing us a Song;
Aye and dance, nay a wench he wou'd have, and he

swote;

But attempting to rise, he fell drunk on the floor.

As I order'd a Bed, says my love-looking Fair, "As to Bed, my dear! Reason has no business there i "The Senses their title to that Manor prove, "Let Reason sleep on, while we waken to Love."

MORAL.

Reason is but a Bugbear, to scare girls and boys, Wine and women, without him, Experience enjoys; That we're worthy those Blessings, let Life's practice

prove,

May we never want Reason for Drinking or Love.

HEN the Deity's word

WH

Throughout Chaos was heard,
And in order up rose this vast ball;

Land, Sea, and Sky rung:

With Creation's glad song,

It was then a fine Toll, de roll, loll.

Inconstant mankind,

Could not keep in one mind,

But into foul parties must fall;

'Gainst Religion and State,

Rais'd a pother and prate,

And made a sad-Toll de roll, loll

On this sea-circled land,
By great Nature's command,

Freedom stopp'd at Integrity's call;

England's Genius appear'd,
In full chorus was heard,

Lov'd Liberty's song-Loll de roll.

On each distant shore

We have sung it encore,

And are ready, my lads, One and All,

To sound the same strain,

Tho' I think France and Spain

Have enough of our-Loll de roll, loll.

All the noise that our foes
Took such pains to compose,

Not a Heart of Oak's Ear could appal;

But the Dons and Mounseers

Were struck dum with three cheers,

They're the English Tar's Toll de roll, loll.

At the place Minden nam'd,

By the British Foot fam'd,

How glorious those days to recall:

The French Folks advancing,

Were stopp'd in their dancing,

"And tumbled about-Loll de roll.

For this thing, or that,

Toll de roll, comes in pat,

'Tis a Chorus I'll always extol ;

'Tis suppos'd, not express'd,

"Tis what each one likes best,

Then here's to the best-Toll de roll, &c.

с

X

TUNE" BLACK JOKE."

S one day at home in a maudlinish mood,

A Like dull Porter Drinkers, I drowsily stood,

Heavily humming out, Toll, loll, foll, loll.
The Fair of my Fancy whisk'd into the room,
All lovely she look'd, like a May morning's bloom;
Her form was, but forming a Simile's flat,
Think all that you can think, and she was all that.
I quickly left yawning, Toll, loll, loll, &c.

On a Sofa she sunk, as if failing in strength,
Then gracefully wanton, fell back at full length,
In attitude temptingly, tuning Toll, loll.
I begg'd for the Words, but her smiling express'd,
What Words among friends? try the Tune 'twill
do best.

'Twas a hint, and I instantly 'rose to her Wishes,
Fell into her arms, there she fed me with Kisses.

For Kisses are Symphonies, Toll, loll, &c.

As if just awaken'd, inclining her head,

Her eyes pleasure sparkling, short sighing she said "How sweet is the sound of Toll, loll?

"All Art in Enjoyment's profane Affectation, "Possession's true Pleasure, is prompt Inclination; "When Souls in sweet Unison, blend their Embraces,

"Then, then, and then only, Love's gamut has Graces."

Toll, loll, loll, &c.

It is Taste at an Op'ra, to Pantomime Pleasure,
O'ercome by the magic of Harmony's measure,

And seem to expire with Toll, loll, loll, loll.
But Nature's nice organs, have nobler sensations,
Not bodyless sounds, but corporeal vibrations';
In these dear Da Capos, both equal advancing,
Elastical Arteries full Chords are dancing
Toll, loll, loll, &c.

To practise Love's lesson exceeds all the schools, Scarlatti and Handell, and such folks were fools,

At Toll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll. They Harmony made out of half Tones and whole, To lull lady's ears, but 'tis Love charms the Soul; When lips to lips tuning soft Symphonies tender, The heart beating Preludes, denote a surrender Of Toll, loll, loll, &c.

'Tis Music and Love, or the Music of loving, That only the life which we live for is proving, Toll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll, loll. Tho' Int'rest makes Freedom pay Wedlock's expences,

Yet Love for Love leads up the Dance of the Senses; Where Jealousy frights not, nor Folly is teazing, There may we enjoy the true pleasure of pleasing. Toll, loll, loll, loll, &c.