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This world to a theatre liken'd has been,
Let us guests enjoy the treat:
Like as 'twere but half a glass.
Let this scene with joy be crown'd,
Let the glee and catch go round; All the sweets of life combine,
Mirth and music, love and wine.
YOULD a man be secure,
That his life would endure,
What arts might he know,
What acts might he do,
glorious game. O! see how again he rears up his head, And winged with fear be redoubles his speed.
But, ah! 'tis in vain that he flies, His eyes lose the huntsman, his ears lose their cries; But now, his strength fails him, and he heavily
flies, And he pants, till with well-scented hounds sur
rounded he dies.
FAIREST Isle, all isles excelling,
Seat of pleasures, and of love, Venus here will choose her dwelling,
And forsake her Cyprian grove. Cupid, from his fav’rite nation,
Čare and envy will remove; Jealousy, that pois'nous passion ;
And despair that dies for love. Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining,
Sighis that blow the fire of love; Soft repulses, kind disdaining,
Shall be all the pains you prove.
Ev'ry swain shall pay his duty,
Grateful ev'ry nymph shall prove; And, as these excel in beauty,
Those shall be renown'd for love.
A RISE, Britannia
, smiling rise, Rous'd by the martial voice of fame! Her trump shall rend the echoing skies,
With Duncan, Howe, and Vincent's name; Thy heroes bold, disdaining ease, Have crown'd thee Mistress of the Seas,
Brave landmen shall defend thy isle,
While seamen guard thy coast; United then, at threats we smile,
While British hearts we boast.
May Britain's foes in hatred join’d,
I e'er this land they see,
As well on land as sea:
Huzza, huzza, huzza, huzza.
ONE night as gay Bacchus a nymph was pur
suing, The fair one, precipitate, fied his embrace; Tho’ripe for the joys he iu fancy was viewing, • By Styx,' cry'd the God, ' I must give up the
chace:' She look'd back disdainful, and smild at his reel
ing, While her loose flowing robe by a briar was
caught; Ile quickly approach'd, and his wishes revealing, Her charms were, he told her, the source of his
He bade her not fear, but partake of love's plea
sure, And, patting her cheek, swore he'd do her no
wrong; Avow'd himself god both of wine and of pleasure, And that Fate had decreed he should ever be
young. O'eraw'd with respect, many favours were given,
She at last grew inclin'd to bestow him a kiss; At which he exclaim’d, “ There is pastime in hea
ven, *But earth is the region of exquisite bliss.'
He then cry'd, “Sweet-briar, I grant, (as I've
power,) Thy fame shall surpass every shrub of the vale; * At spring's fair return thou shalt bear a sweet
flower, Its odours shall perfume the sweet passing gale:
Its bloom shall outvie the bright tints of the
morning, « To resemble the blush which her cheeks did
disclose; - When she smiling consented, abjuring proud
scorning, * And mortals shall prize it, and call it a Rose,,
To form me a maiden so soft and so fair,
The Loves and the Graces have join'd; While the goddess of wisdom I think had a share,
In reserving her charms for my mind :
I'm blest my companions above;
If I get but the lad that I love.
Allur'd by the powerful charms of my gold,
Or the powerful charms of my eyes, . The swains flock around, whom I love to behold,
While they breathe out their souls in their sighs: Thus I trick'd, and coquetted, and tried ev'ry art,
But vainly with passion I strove,
And Jemmy's the lad that I love.
Yet to tease now a little this true-hearted swain
I oftentimes take much delight; To torture his feelings, and give him some pain, A trick I just try'd t'other night: