If fraught with good-humour, I care not how much In opinion for diff'ring my temper is such, Tho' the dictates of reason flow pointed and strong, From debates, howe'er pertinent, nervous, or long, If we can't think alike, still the beauty of all As the sons of the whip must to business attend, At night, with my bottle, my pipe, and my friends, Then my worthies the toast which to give I'm inclin'd, I hope with all minds will agree, Wishing every free-hearted friend to mankindThrough life may go easy and free. On Friendship. THE world, my dear Myra! is full of deceit, And friendship's a jewel we seldom can meet How strange does it seem, that, in searching around, This source of content is so rare to be found. O Friendship! thou balm and rich sweet'ner of life! Kind parent of ease, and composer of strife! Without thee, alas! what are riches and power, But empty delusions, the joys of an hour? How much to be priz'd and esteem'd is a friend, On whom we may always with safety depend! Our joys, when extended, will always increase ; And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace. When fortune is smiling, what crowds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere! Yet change but the prospect, and point out distress, No longer to court you they eagerly press. Old Towler. BRIGHT Chanticleer proclaims the dawn, Dogs, huntsmen, round the window throng, Arise the burden of my song, This day a stag must die. With a hey, ho, chivey, Hark forward, hark forward, tantivy, Hark, hark, tantivy, This day a stag must die. The cordial takes its merry round, The laugh and joke prevail, The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The upland winds they sweep along, With a hey, ho, &c. Poor stag! the dogs thy haunches gore, But yet he honours each by turns, They each become his care. With a hey, ho, &c. Buxom Nan. THE wind was hush'd, the storm was over, She's none of they that's always gigging, One knows a vessel by her rigging, Such ever slight a constant heart: With straw hat, and pink streamers flowing, While for dear life would I be rowing, Jack Jollyboat went to the Indies, His Poll was quite unknown to Jack: None on life's sea can sail more quicker, I say, then, find me out who can, Nong tong paw. JOHN BULL for pastime took a prance, Some time ago, to peep at France, To talk of sciences and arts, And knowledge gain'd in foreign parts; Monsieur, obsequious, heard him speak, John to the Palace Royal come, Its splendour almost struck him dumb: No doubt has plenty for the maw, John saw Versailles from Marli's height, I should like to dine with Nong tong paw. Next tripping came a courtly fair; N |