Dick offer'd to lift up the Lass as she lay. "I wish dear me !-heigh ho!" Vibrating with heart-heaving sighs, Dick bid her farewell, but she, languishing, cry'd, As wanton she play'd by her fall'n Shepherd's side; "A moment! pray sit still, "Since now you've had your will." "Lord! (cries the Girl) you hasty men, "No! that you shou'd not, had I known your design, But, since you've had your will, pray let me have TO A VERY SIMPLE TUNE OF AURORA, Lady grey, Hides her face in blushes; Budding, blanching May, E See the Clouds transparent, See the Sturdy Swains, Last nights pens unfolding. How the Swine-yards woo? Here are Flora's dressings, Hark! the tinkling Rills, And the bubbling Fountains; Cascade o'er the hills, Tumble down the mountains. See! at welcome Wakes, Hark! the distant Drum, Next time 'twill strike less, what are Hours to us? Let the Sun rule the day, and the Moon mark the night; Without Rules, or Schools, sure we know when we're right. The Inf'rence from hence which I draw, but first drink, A Bumper's the best preparation to think : I infer, nay affirm, and with me you must join, Life's not Life without Love, Love's not Love without Wine. This Truth I'll maintain, thus maintaining my post, At first we are into this world pull'd and teaz'd; We are Fools in green youth, mankind ripe into Knaves, Grey hairs turn to Money, or Mistresses Slaves; To our burial from birth, passive objects of Fear, Keep the door shut, and don't let that Scrub slip in here. Let Ill-will abuse us, Hypocrisy bawl, Vain-zeal the cry join, we join laugh 'gainst them all; Our Voyage is pleasure, Hope hoists up the Sail, Our Pilot is Instinct, Desire the Gale; To Beauty we're bound, we've Bacchus on board, Our Guns by Love loaded, Enjoyment's the Word. Olexcel in Bon Ton, both as Genius and Critic, The money you squander your judgement confirms, As to Shakespeare, or Purcell, why you may allow now, Admit Newton's clever, just clever,-that's all; And formerly, faith, we might fancy White-hall. |