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N D E X. 

Shewing the firft line of every Song. 

A Ptige 

A Beauteous face, fine fhape, engaging air 154 

A curfe attends that woman's love 99 

A gentle warmth comes o'er my heart 15$ 

Ah! Chloris, 'tis time to difarm your bright eyes 5:3 

Ah ! how fvveet it is to love 57 

All compliance apart 173 

All my pall life is mine no snore 5 2 

Ariie, my fair, and come away \$<$ 

Ariie, fweet meflenger of the morn 74 

As archers and fi-dlers, who cunningly know 157 

As. Celia near a fountain lay 146 

As Chloe cams into the room t'other day 1^ .1 

As naked almoft, and more fair you appear 5 2 

As late of flow'rets frefh and fair 83 

As foon as the chaos was turn'd into form- 53 

As fvvift as time put round the gials 54 

At noon one fultry fammer's day 203 

At the fign of the fun £9 

Au-relia, now one moment loll - 72 

Away, away • \z% 

Away with the caufes of riche? and care* 54 


Bacchus, Jove's' delightful boy 6 

Bacchus mull now his power re fign- 6q 

Bacchus, afiiit us to (ing thy great glory 63 

Bacchus, god of jovial drinking 64 

Bacchus, one day gaily finding 1 ij 

B.-icchut, he it is who fires me 147 

Bacchus, to arms, the enemy's at hand iji 

Bacchus, god of mortal pleafure 205 

Balmy fweetnefs ever flowing 184. 

Banifh forrow, let's drink, and be merry" 5^ 

Beauty now alone mall move him 160 

Beauty gilds the blufhiag rr..orn 174 

Be joyful and merry 1-4.5- 


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I N D E X. 

Belinda's blefs'd with every grace 165 

Belinda, fee from yonder rlow'rs 12 £ 

Eeneath his ample iliade I lay 184 

Bid me when forty winters more 2 

Boy, while here I lit fupine 117 

By dimpled brook, and fountain brim 56 

By drinking drive dull care away 219 

By the gaily circling glafs 5& 

Calms appear, when florms are paft 76 

Ceafe to purfue the fcornful fair 26 

Ceafe> anxious world, your fruitlefs pain 1 3 1 

Ceafe to beauty to be fuing 216 

Celia-, too late you would repent 75 

Celia, thou faireit of the fair no 

Chloe's the wonder of her fex 27 

Chloe found Aminta lying 1 7 6 

Ohloe, a coquet in her prime 207 

Chloe, be wife, no more perplex me 215 

ClarilTa's charms poor Strephon ltruck 91 

Come, be free, my lovely laffes 27 

Come, come, bid adieu to fear j& 
Come, my Celia, let us prove 

Come, my faireft, learn of me 72 

Come to my arms, my treafure 99 

Come, ever fmiling liberty *i8 

Come, mortals, come, come follow me 140 

Come, my dear, whilft youth confpires 1 56 

Come, Stoic, come, thou proud philofopher 158 

Come, let's be merry J °3 

Come, all ye jolly Bacchanals 2 1 3 

Come, jolly Bacchus, god of wine 213 

Contrive me, artifan, a bowl 210 

Corinna coft me many a pray'r . 28 

Could a man be fecure . z 9 

Crowns of fweet rofes our temples (hall twine 1 1 

Crown me with the branching vine 29 

Cupid and Venus one day ilrove 3° 

Cupid no more fhall give me grief 1 '?*£ 

Cupid, mypleafure 1 ^7 

Cynthia frowns whene'er I woo her 3 L 




Bftmon afk'd me but once, and I faintly denyd 19 

Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face ib. 

Dear Madam, when ladies are willing 20 

Drink about, my dear friend 141 

Daley, no more mifpend your time 21 

Dull bufmefs, hence, avoid this facred round 22 


Each glance from Margaretta's eyes 22 

Each fleeting minute Sylvia tries 89 

Endlefs pleafure, endlefs love 1 20 


Fair ones, while your beauty's blooming 76 

Fair Chloe my breaft fo alarms 1 75 

Falfe though fhe be to me and love 23 

Fame's an echo, prattling double ib. 

Fame of Dorinda's conquefb brought ib. 

Fear not, dear love, that I'll reveal 163 

Fie! Celia, fcorn the little arts 161 

Fill the bowl with rofy wine 3 

Fill the bowl with ftreams of pleafure 24, 

Fill, fill, fweet girls, the foaming bowl 90 

Fill all the glaffes, fill 'em high 1 1 8 

Fill the bowl with flowing meafure 130 

Fill me a bowl, a mighty bowl, 141 

Fill, fill the bowl with fparkling wine 181 

Flocks are fporting, doves are courting 122 

Fly no more, cruel fair, but be kind and relenting 7 

Fly fwiftly, ye minutes, till Comus receive 24 

Fly care to the winds, thus I blow thee away 63 

Foolilh prater, what doft thou 25 

For fhame, no difputes o'er the glafs 1 2 

For fhame, leave off thy amorous trade 85 

For you who are rid by the fury Love 145 

Forgive me, Chloe, if I dare 159 

Forgive, fair creature, form'd to pleafe 160 

Frolic and free, for pleafure born 3 

From tyrant laws and cuftoms free 13 

From place to place forlorn I go ib. 

From good liquor ne'er fhrink 112 


Genius of England, from thy pleafant bow'r 13 
b Gen'rous 


Gen'rous wine, and a friend in whom I can confide 14 

Ghoils of ev'ry occupation 1 17 

Give, ye nymphs, O give your lover 8 

Give me Homer's tuneful lyre 109 

Give more love or more difdain 15 5 

Give me but a friend and a glafs, boys 1 56 

Good wine will drown forrow, will foften our care 14 

Go, lovely rofe 154 

Gyges' grandeur, Sardian king 88 

Had Neptune, when firii he took charge of the fea 129 

Hail, Indian plant, to ancient times unknown 87 

Hail! Burgundy, thou juice divine 130 

Hang this whining way of wooing 45 

Hark! away, 'tis the merry-ton'd horn- 15 

Hark ! hark ! the huntfman founds his horn 1 15 

Hafte, my Nanette, my lovely maid 150 

Heavy reafoner, talk no more 178 

He's equal to the gods in blifs 26 

He's a man, ev'ry inch, I aflure you 128 

He's the director of each quaffing foul 1 36 

Here's to thee, my boy, my darling, my joy 62 

Here, my Chloe, charming maid 78 
Here's to thee, my Damon, let's drink and be merry q6 

Here the deities approve 1 33 

How blefs'd he appears 46 

How happy are we when the wind is abaft ib. 

How faint a joy the maid imparts 145 

How infipid were life without thefe delights 178 

How Hands the glafs around 211 


I had rather enjoy 204 

I'm not one of your fops, who, to pleafe a coy lafs 5.7 

If you at an office folicit a due 68 

Jf 1 live to grow old, as I find I go down 7 1 

If the glaifes are empty 1 10 

' If Phiilis denies me relief 123 

If wine and mufic have the power 125 

If the treafur'd gold could give 1 zj 

J f gold could lengthen life, I fwear- 178 

If you'd court the joy won't leave you 179 

Impatient with defire, at laft 91 


N D E X. 



In love and life the prefent ufe 47 

In Cupid's fam'd fchool would you take a degree 140 

In vain a thoufand Haves have tried 171 

Inchanted by your voice and face 160 

Indulge me, Stoics, with the bowl 5 1 

Jolfy mortals, fill your glaffes 68 

Jolly fouls, that are gen'rous and free 103 

It is not, Celia, in our power 104 

Julia, young wanton, flung the gather 'd fnow 84 

Kindly, kindly, thus my treafure 
Kind relief in all my pain 


Late the mufes Cupid found 213 

l^ay that fullen garland by thee 205 

Let us dance^ let us fing 4 

' Let not love on me bellow 6 

Let us revel and roar 8 

Let's drink, my friends, while here we live 47 

Let. a fet of fobcr affes 217 

Let me wander, ; not unfeen 56 

Let's be jovial, fill our glafTes 59 
Let foldiers fight for pay or praife ^ €0 

I^et feftal joy triumphant reign 1 1 3 

]>t the deep bowl thy praife confefs 1 19 

Let the fparkling glafs go round with free motion 143 

Let the am'rous coxcomb adore a fair face 1 80 

Let the waiter bring clean glafles :S. 

Let wifdom boaft her mighty pow'r 164 

Let 'em cenfure : what care I 168 

Let .me (love) thy bole afcending 186 

Live, and love, enjoy the fair 47 

Loft to the joys of life is he J 35 

Love's a dream of mighty treafure 48 

LiOve is begot by fancy, bred 9 1 

Lucretia the empire of Rome did deftroy 137 


Mirth, admit me of thy crew 119 

Mifs Danae, when fair and young 149 

j\!iftaken fair, lay Sherlock by 49 

Mortals, wifely learn to meafure i'b. 

My joyous blades, with rofes crown'd 129 

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viii INDEX. 

My goddefs Celia, heav'nly Fair 1T4 

Nay, Lefbia, never afk me this 83 

Neftor, who did to thrice man's age attain 132 

Night and day let's drink and kifs 148 

No fcornful beauty e'er fhall boafl 106 

No woman her envy can fmother 177 

Now the bright morning-flar, day's harbinger 6 

Now let us gaily drink, and join 40 

Now Phcebus finketh in the weft 50 


O greedy Midas ! I've been told 136 

O 'tis Elyfium all ! in beauty dreft 152 

O goddefs ! moll rever'd above 166 

O that I was young again 180 

O fill with cooling juice the bowl 185 

Obferve the role-bud ere it blows 84 

Of all the joys we e'er pofTefs'd 1 24 

Oft I'm by the women told 50 

Oft with wanton fmiles and jeers 122 

Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles 41 

Old Adam, it is true 106 

On his face the vernal rofe J J 

On purple tapeftry, bright and gay 88 

Our hearts at fifty Celia Hill alarms 87 


Pale faces (land by 65 

Phiiiis, why mould we delay 148 

Pious Selinda goes to prayers 1 5 

Plague us not with idle flories 41 

Politicians may prate 1S2 

Preach not me your mufly rules 42 

Prithee, Billy ' 17 

Prithee, friend, leave off thy thinking 42 

Prithee fill me a glafs 83 

Prithee, Chloe, give o'er 1 1 1 

Prithee, Chloe, not fo fall 191 

Proud women, I fcornyou, brifk wine's my delight 6$ 

Purfuing beauty, men defcry 192 

Put brifkly round the fparkling glafs 147 


Reclin'd at eafe on this foft bed 1^3 



IN D E X. \x 

Ring, ring the bar-bell of the world 193 


Save women and wine there is nothing in life 43 

Say, good matter Bacchus, aftride on your butt 97 

Say, all ye friends that now are met 195' 

Say, lovely Sylvia, lewd and fair 197 

See, fee ! the jolly god appears 73 

See, fee, my Seraphina comes * 2 3 

See, from the filent grove Alexis flies 209 

See what a conqueft love has made 2 1 5 

Seek not to know what muft not be reveal'd 132 

Should I die by the force of good wine 43 

She tells me, with claret me cannot agree 124 

Since nature mankind for fociety fram'd $ 

Since I'm born a mortal man . 60 

Since drinking has power to give us relief 127 

Strephon, why that cloudy forehead 10 

Sue venal Belinda to grant you the bleffing 167 

Sum up all the delights this world does produce 69 

Sweet, O I fweet 9 2 


Take not the firft refufal ill 193 

Talk not to me of pedant rules 1 1 

Tell me no more I am deceiv'd 44 

Tell me not Celia once did blefs 1 07 

Tell me, dear charmer, tell me why 174 
That May-day of life is for pleafure , ? 

That which her (lender waift confin'd 196 

The feftive board was met, the focial band 1 

Th'appointed hour of promis'd blifs 7 

The jolly bowl does glad my foul 9 

The fweet rofy morn peeps over the hills 1 6 

The man that is drunk is void of all care 37 

The wanton god that pierces hearts 38 

The ordnance-board 66 
The praife of Bacchus, then, the great mufician fung 92 

The wealth of Gyges I defpife 97 

The mountain of the Delphian god 98 

The doftor is fee'd for a dangerous draught 1 01 

The foldier difbanded, and forc'd for to beg 105 
The hounds are all out, and the morning does peep ie8 

The morning-lark to mine accords his note 1 20 




The cards invite, in crouds we fly 

The ladies look gay when of beauty they boaft 

The man that in his breail contains 

The faithlefs Thefeus fcarce had got on board 

The thirfty earth fucks up the mowers 

The danger is over, the battle is pall 

The Macedon youth 

Think, when to pleafure the powers do invite you 

This great world is a trouble 

Though envious old age feems in part to impair me 

Thus maidens belie their defixes 

Thus I Hand like a Turk with his doxies all round 

Thus we'll drown all melancholy 

Thus Pontius in rage contradicted his wife 

'Tis wine makes us love, and love makes us toy 

'Tis wine that clears the underftanding 

3 Tis liberty, dear liberty alone 

'Tis woman that feduces all mankind 

s Tis wine was made *to rule the day 

J Tis love that makes all nature gay 

'Tis come, my dear Harry 

To crown the cups which Bacchus fills with wine 

To fleeting pleafures make your court 

To Celia thus fond Damon faid 

To the god of wine 

To make the beverage -divine 

To rqe the wanton girls infulting fay 

To heal the wound a bee had made 

Together let us range the fields 

Two gods of great honour, Bacchus and Apollo 

Underneath this myrtle made 
Uneafy we to feel the dart 
Upbraid me not, capricious fair 

Venus, queen of fmiles and love 
Vulcan, contrive me fuch a cup 

War, he fung, is toil aad trouble 
We'll drink, and we'll never have done 
Were I -to clufe the greateft blifs 
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What tortures ftrange does Celia make me prove 87 

What man in his wits had not rather be poor 126 

What's love ? a medley of pleafure and pain 14.8 

What beauty is, let Strephon tell 1 89 

What a pother of late 201 

When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat 8 

When with good wine the table's crown'd 10 

When Britain firft, at heav'n's command 17 

When the rofy bowl we drain 1 8 

When gay Bacchus fills my breaft 26 

When Bacchus, jolly god, invites 31 

When I drain the rofy bowl 44 

When gay Bacchus chears my breaft 66 

When, lovely Phillis, thou art kind 78 

When tuneful Damon breath'd the flute 93 

When a comet prefumes 94 

When I drain th'oblivious bowl ih« 

When trees did bud and fields were green 216 

When I furvey Clarinda's charms 1 14 

When beauty forrow's livery wears I zi 

When yielding firft to Damon's flames 125 

When charming Chloe gently walks 136 

When wint'ry blafts, and ruffling florms expire 151 

When [ was a maiden of twenty 152 

When Phcebus the tops of the hill does adorn 188 

When firft I fought fair Celia's love ib. 

When at my nymph's devoted feet . 189 

When Daphne firft her fhepherd law 190 

When embracing my friend ib„ 

When gold is in hand 192 

When thy beauty appears 202 

Whenever, Chloe, I begin 102 

When firft procreation began 208 

While Phillis is drinking, love and wine 39 

While the lover is thinking 68 

While roles round our temples twine . 157 

While o'er his bags the fordid Have 282 

Whilft health and blooming youth combine 9 

Whilft wanton Cupids round, me fly 175 

Whilft on Amintor's form I gaze 201 

Whilft I am carouling to chear up my foul 202 

Who, to win a woman's favour 108 


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Why mould I aflc to whom flie's kind 32 

Why mould a heart fo tender break 90 

Why we love, and why we hate 196 

Why fhould our damn'd tyrants oblige us to live 198 

Why, Celia, mould you fo much ftrive 1 99 

Why are your charms by frowns defac'd 200 

Willy, ne'er inquire what end 58 

Will you credit a mifer, 'tis gold makes us wife 135 

Wine's a miftrefs gay and eafy 32 

Wine does wonders ev'ry day 65 

Wine, wine, is alone the brifk fountain of mirth, 142 

Wine from thought drives all defpair 14c 

Wine, wine in a morning 217 

Wit and Beauty once contended 194 

With an honeft old friend, and a merry old fong 33 

With early horn ib. 

With horns and with hounds I waken the day 203 

Woman, nature's greateft beauty 100 

Woman's like the flatt'ring ocean 107 

Would you know how we meet 33 

Would you talle the noontide air 34 

Would you gain the tender creature 219 


Ye good fellows all 34 

Ye happy fwains whofe hearts are free 70 

Ye verdant hills, ye balmy vales 120 

Ye mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex 138 

Ye belles and ye flirts, and ye pert little things 173 

Ye national fchemers, a while give me leave 183 

Ye woods and ye mountains unknown 186 

Ye little loves that hourly wait 191 

Yes, yes, I own, I love to fee 37 

Yes, all the world will fure agree 77 

Yes, Daphne, in your face I find 133 
You fay, you love, and twenty more - 212 

You've heard, no doubt, how all the globe 117 

Young virgins love pleafure 123 

Youth's the feafon made for joy 15 

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Zeno, Plato, Ariftotle 65 



O F 

S O N G S. 


fth I "^ H E feltive board was met, the focial band 
1 Round fam'd Anacreon took their filent ftand. 
JL My Ions, (began the fage), be this the rule : 
No brow auftere mull dare approach my fchool ; 
Where love and Bacchus jointly reign within ; 
Old care, begone ! here fadnefs is a fin. 


Tell me not the joys that wait 

On him that's learn'd, on him that's great % 

Wealth and wifdom I defpife, 

Cares furround the rich and wile : 

The queen that gives loft wilhes birth, 

And Bacchus, god of wine and mirth, 

Me their friend and fav'rite own ; 

I was born for them alone. 

Bus'nefs, title, pomp, and Hate, 
Give 'em to the fools I hate : 
But let love, let life be mine, 
Bring me women, bring. me wine : 


Speed the dancing hours away, 
Mind not what the grave ones fay : 
Gaily let the minutes fly, 
In wit and freedom, love and joy : 
So_ fhall love, fhall life be mine ; 
Bring me women, bring me wine. 

BI D me when forty winters more 
Have furrow'd deep my pallid brow ; 
When from my head the fcanty ftore, 

Lankly the wither'd trefles flow ; 
When the warm blood that bold and ftrong 

Now rolls impetuous on and free, 
Languid and flow fcarce fteals along, 
Then bid me court fobriety. 

Nature, who form'd the various fcene, 

Of froft and mow, of rage and fire j 
Unerring guide, could only mean, 

That age fhould reafon, youth defire : 
Shall then that rebel man prefume, 

Inverting Nature's laws, to feize 
The joys of age, in youth's high bloom, 

And join impoflibilities ? 

No, let me wafte the ppefent day, 

In wanton joys and wild excefs ; 
In mirth, and fport, and laughter gay, 

And fmiles, and rofy chearfulnefs. 
Woman, the foul of all delights ! 

And wine, the aid of love, be near - f 
All charms me that to love excites, 

And ev'ry ihe that's kind is fair. 

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FRolic and free, for pleafure born, 
Dull felf-denying fools I fcorn : 
The proffer'd blifs I ne'er refufe : 
*Tis often troublefome to chufe. . 
Lov'fl thou, my friend, love at fight ; 
Drink'It thou, this bumper does thee right 
At random with the ftream I flow, 
And play my part where-e'er I go. 

A I R, 

Great god of fleep, fince it muft be, 
That we muft give lbme hours to thee, 
Invade me not, while the free bowl 
Glows in my cheeks, and warms my foul ; 
That be my only time to fnore, 
When I can laugh and drink no more ; 
Short, very ihort, be then thy reign, 
For I'm in hafle to laugh and drink again, 

But O ! if melting hi my arms, 
In fome foft dream, with all her charms. 
The nymph belov'd mould then furprife, 
And grant what waking me denies ; 
Then, gentle (lumber, prithee flay, 
Slowly, ah, flowly bring the day ! 
Let no rude noife my blifs deftroy a 
Such fweet deluiion's real joy. 


1 Ill the bowl with rofy wine, 
Around our temples rofes twine \ 
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And let us chearfully a while 
Like the wine and rofes fmile. 
Crown'd with rofes, we contemn 
Gyges' wealthy diadem. 
To-day is ours, what do we fear ? 
To-day is ours, we have it here : 
Let's treat it kindly, that it may 
Wifh at leafr with us to fray : 
Let's banifli bus'nefs, banifh ibrrow, 
To the gods belongs to-morrow. 

^ r 1 1 1 S wine makes us love, and love makes us toy, 
A And each does the other uphold ; 

I'll think myfelf Jove, while thefe I enjoy, 
Nor own myfelf mortal till old. 

When old I am grown, and toying is pail, 

In wine I muff place all my joy ; 
And though I'm unfit for love to the laft, 

Yet ftill I can drink till I die. 


Then join 'em, my boys, make the blefiings divine, 
For men muft be gods when they've women and wine. 

LET us dance, let us fmg, 
Whilft our life's in the ipring,. 
And give all to the great god of love : 
Let us revel and play, 
And rejoice while we may, 
Since old time thefe delights will remov 

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SInce nature mankind for fbciety fram'd, 
He 'gainfl nature fins, who of drinking's afham'd ; 
Drink then about, while all intereft drown'd, 
Mirth, humour, and wit with the cup mail fail round. 
We'll laugh and we'll fing, be bold and fincere, 
And, removing all danger, we'll banifh all fear : 
We'll mock at the cautious, and fcorn all dilguhe, 
Begin to be frolic, and ceafe to be wife ; 
Till, void of referve, our jolly free fouls 
Prove clear as our liquor, and large as our bowls, 

THaT May- day of life is for pleafure, 
For fmging, for dancing, and mow ; 
Then why will you wafle fuch a treafure 
In fighing, and crying, — Heigho f 

Let's copy the bird in the meadows, 
By hers tune your pipe when 'tis low \ 

Fly round, and coquet it as fhe does, 
And never fit crying, — Heigho. 

Though when in the arms of a lover, 

It fometimes may happen, I know, 
That ere all the toying is over, 

We cannot help crying, — Heigho. 

In age every one a new part takes, 

I find, to my forrow, 'tis fo ; 
When old, you may cry till your heart akes, 

But no one will mind your — Heigho, 


BAcchus, Jove's delightful boy, 
Generous god of wine and joy, 
Still exhilarates my foul 
With the raptures of the bowl ; 
Then with feather'd feet I bound, 
Dancing in a feftive round ; 
Then I feel, in fparkling wine, 
Tranfports delicate, divine ; 
Then the fprighdy mufic warms, 
Song delights, and beauty charms s 
Debonnair, and light, and gay, 
Thus I dance the hours away. 

LE T not love on me beftow 
Soft diftrefs and filent wo ; 
I know none but fubftantial bliffes, 
Eager glances, fblid kifles ; ^ 
I know not what the lovers feign, 
Of finer pleafure mix'd with pain. 
Then prithee give me, gentle boy, 
jtfone of thy grief, but all thy joy,, 

NOW the bright morning-ftar, day's harbinger, 
Comes dancing from the eait, and leads with hey 
The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throw's 
The yellow cowflip, and the pale primrofe. 
Hail, bounteous May, that doft infpire 
Mirth, and youth, and warm delire ; 
Woods and groves are of thy dreffing, 
Hill and dale doth boaft thy Welling : 

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Thus we falute thee with our early fong, 
And welcome thee, and wifh thee long. 

TfT appointed hour of promis'd blifs, 
The pleafing whifper in the dark* 
The half-unwilling willing kifs, 

The fmile that guides us to the mark, 
When the fond nymph does fhinefs feign, 

And hides but to be found again, 
Thefe, thefe are joys, the gods for youth ordain. 

FLY no more, cruel fair, but be kind and relenting, 
Iinough has been mown of contempt and difdain ; 
Tafte at length the fuperior delight of confentingi 

For 'tis much nobler joy to give pleasure than pain. 
Would you charm men of fenfe, and Engage their ad- 
drefles ; 
My Cloe, of pride, as of painting beware : 
For beauty confifts more in minds than in faces, 
And the maid's almoft ugly, that only is fair. 

TO crown the cups which Bacchus fills with wine, 
The full blown rofe of Venus let us join. 
Let the fweet rofe, which leaves lb beauteous fpreads, 
In fragrant garlands wrought adorn our heads : 
While fparkling wit, as well as wine, we quaff, 
And with politcft mirth mcefTant laugh. 


O rofe, the nobleft of all earthly flowers ! j$ 

Of fpring chief care, and dear to heav'nly powers ! 
In dance, if Cupid with the graces join, 
His beauteous temples crown'd with roles fhine. 
Mine crown then, Bacchus, too ; and as thy quire, 
Singing, dance round thy fhrine, I'll touch the lyre : 
Nay more, while rofy garlands grace my hair, 
Old as I am, I'll dance amidft the fair. 

GIve, ye nymphs, O give your lover ! 
Give the bowl full, flowing over ; 
See me panting, glowing, firing, 
See me, fee me juft expiring. 
Give, ye nymphs, from yonder bow'rs^ 
Give me wreaths of cooling flow'rs ; 
See my garlands all are wafted, 
By my blazing temples blafted ; 
But if flames of love invade thee, 
What ! O what ! my heart can fhade thee ? 

WHen Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, 
As full of champaign as an egg's full of meat ; 
He wak'd in the boat, and to Charon he faid, 
He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead. 
Trim the boat^and fit quiet, ftern Charon reply'd, 
You may have forgot, you was drunk when you dy'cL 

ET us revel and roar, 

' The whole world is our ftare 5 

of S O N G S» /§ 

Nay, the gods fhall club to our pleafure ; 

When we wallow all night, 

In an unknown delight, 
Aurora difcovers the treafure. 

Let us never repine, 

Whilft brifk wenches and wine, 
Make the brims of our lives run over, 

Leave the how, and the what, 

To the politic fot, 
And the when to the fool of a lover. 

Thus we're free from all cares 

Of taxes and wars, 
And know not the name of dull forrow. 

Ev'ry purfe is our prey, 

Which we fpend in the day, 
And we ne'er take care for to-morrow 

WHilst health and blooming youth combine, 
Begin, dear friend, to live ; 
Make this obliging minute thine, 
Left fate no more fhould give. 

THE jolly bowl does glad my foul, 
The flowing liquor cheers my heart ; 
I revel free from all controul, 

'Tis this that does improve all art. 
The mifer may be pleas'd with gold, 

The fporting beau with pretty lafs ; 
But I'm beft pleas'd when I behold 
The nectar fparkling in the glafs. 


\ 7[7Hen wkh good wine the table's crown'd y 

* y And the full bumper moves around ; 
How brifldy do the fpirits flow, 
The countenance how lively glow ! 

r i ^O fleeting pleafures make your court, 

•*- No moment lofe, for life is fhort j 
The preient now's our only time, 
The miffing that our only crime. 

STrephon, why that cloudy forehead, 
Why ib vainly crofs'd thofe arms ? 
Silly fwain, thy afpecl horrid 

Rather frightens her than charms. 
JLoufe each dull and drooping lpirit ? 

Fling away thy myrtle wreath ; . 
Bumpers large of gen'rous claret, 

Make thee love and raptures breathe. 
Sacrifice this juice prolific, 

To each letter of her name ; 
Cods have deem'd it a fpecific/ 

Why hot mortals do the fame ? 
See the high-charg'd goblet fmiling, 

Bids thee, Strephon, drink and proWj 
Wine's the liquor moft beguiling, 

Wine's the weapon conquers love. 

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TAlk not to me of pedant rules, 
I leave debates to learned fools ; 
Who folemnly in form advife ; 
At belt, impertinently wife. 
To me more pleafing precepts give* 
And teach the fcience how to live ; 
To bury in the friendly draught ' 
Sorrows that fpring from too much thought; 
To learn foft leflbns from the fair, 
How life may glide exempt from care. 
Alas, I'm old ! — I fee my head 
With hoary locks, by time o'erfpread. 
Then inltant be the goblet brought, 
To make me young — at leaft in thought. 
Alas ! incelTant fpeeds the day, 
When I muit mix with common clay ; 
When I mult tread the difmal more, 
Anfl dream of love and wine no more. 

CRowns of fweet rofes our temples mail twine i 
The pleafing emblem of the rofy wine ; 
Whilft beauteous damfels trip it around, 
And every day 
Frilk it away, 
To the harp's fprightly and delightful found. 

Leve too ihall join in the harmonious quire, 
Venus with foft airs the foul fhall inipire % 
Whilft jolly Bacchus, the gay god of wine, 

When Nature drops, 

From cordial cups, 
Shall pour frefh vigour, and life in each vein* 
B 2 



Thus ev'ry paifion uncontroll'd mall move, 
Doubly inlpir'd by gen'rous wine and love. 


Whilft the glaft goes nimbly round, 

New-rais'd fancies make me merry ; 
All my plagues in this I'll drown, 

Here all cares I'll bury. 
Bufinefs will I ever banifh, 

States ihall never give me pain : 
Wine mall all my wants replenish. 

Ltt the great man hug his chain. 

Wine's my pleafure, 

Wine's my treafure, 

Wine's the top of my ambition, 

And the lover's bell commhTion. 

Whilit. the glafs, 6c. 

FOR mame, no diiputes o'er the glafs, then drink fair. 
At leaft , till we're all of us mellow ; 
Of fortune and fate let us ne'er ftand in fear, 
They're always kind to the good-fellow. 

In bumpers of red then let's drown all our cares, 

In ipite of philofophers' rules ; 
Who, for all their grey hairs, their learning, and years. 

At beft, were but dull thinking fools. 

We mufl moiften our clay, while our fand runs away, 

Behind us to call: all forrow : 
Take a bumper of claret, and drink it to-day, 

Perhaps we may have none to-morrow. 

of SONGS, 13 

FRom tyrant laws and cuftoms free, 
We follow iweet variety ; 
By turns we drink, we dance, we fmg, 
Love for ever on the wing. 

"Why mould niggard rules controul / 

Traniports of the jovial foul ? 
No dull Hinting hour we own ; 
Pleafure counts our time alone. 

FRom place to place forlorn I go, 
With downcaft eyes, a filent {hade ; 
Forbidden to declare my wo ; 

To Ipeak, till ipoken to, afraid. 
My inward pang, my fecret grief, 

My foft confenting looks betray ; 
He loves, but gives me no relief: 
Why {peaks not he who may ? 

GEnius of England, from thy pleafant bow'r of blifs 
Arife, and ipread thy facred wings, 
Guard, guard from foes the Britifh flate ; 
Thou, on whole fmiles do wait 
Th' uncertain happy fate 
Of monarchies and kings. 
Then- follow, brave boys, then follow, brave boys, to 

the wars ; 
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, 
Follow, follow, follow, brave boys, to the wars ; 
Follow, follow, follow, brave boys, to the wars ; 
The lauiel, you know, is the prize, 
1 The laurel, you know, is the prize. 


Who brings home the nobleft, the nobleft, 
The nobleft fears, looks fined: in Celia's eyes. 

Then ftiake off your flothful eafe, 
Let glory, let glory, let glory infpire your hearts : 
Remember, a foldier, in war and in peace, 
Remember, a ibldier, in war and in peace, 

Is the nobleft of all other arts ; 
Remember, a foldier, in war and in peace, 
Remember, a foldier, in war and in peace, 
Is the nobleft of all other arts, 

GEn'rous wine, and a friend in whom I can 
And a cleanly bright girl I would have for my bride : 
I'll keep a brace' of geldings, 
An eafy pad to pleafe my Ipoufe ; 
Kind fate, what more I afk, 
Ne'er to want my dear flafk, 
And in friendly bumpers ever brifldy caroule. 

GOod wine will drown forrow, 'will foften our care, 
'Twill make our hearts merry, and drive away fear ; 
But a pox take the vintner who murders good claret. 
May he be a poor cuckold, and die in a garret. 
Good wine will divert us, when troubles alfail ; 
f Tls this will revive us, when other things fail. 
Then a pox take the vintner, 6c, 

©fSONGS, is 

YOuth's the feaibn made for joys, 
Love is then our duty ; 
She alone who that employs, 
Well deferves her beauty. 
Let's be gay while we may, 
Beauty's a flower defpis'd in decay, 
Youth's the feafbn, Wet 

Let us drink and fport to-day, 

Ours is not to-morrow ; 
Love with youth flies fwift away, 

AgQ is nought but forrow. 
Dance and fmg, time's on the wing, 
Life never knows the return of fpring. 
Let us drink, &c- 

Pious Belinda goes, to prayers, 
If I but aik the favour ; 
And yet the tender fool's in tears, 
When file believes I'll leave her. 
Would I were free from this reilraint, 

Or elfe had hopes to win liar ; 
Would fne could make of me a faint, 
Or I of her a finner. 


HArk ! away, 'tis the merry-ton'd horn 
Calls the hunters all up with the morn ; 
To the hills and the woodlands they fleer, 
To unharbour the outlying deer, 



All the day long, this/ this is our fbng, 

Still hallooing, and following, fo frolic and free ; 

Our joys know no bounds, while we're after the hounds % 
No mortals on earth are fb jolly as we. 

Round the Woods when we beat, how we glow ! 
While the hills they all echo — halloo ! 
With a bounce from his cover when he flies, 
Then our fhouts they refound to the fkies. 
All the day long, %c\ 

When we iweep o'er the valleys, or climb 
Up the health-breathing mountain fublime, 
What a joy from our labour we feel ! 
Which alone they who tafte can reveal. 
All the day long, <bc-. 

r | ^HE fweet rofy morn peeps over the hills, 

-*- With blufhes adorning the meadows and fields ; 
The merry, merry, merry horn calls, Come, come a- 

way ; 
Awake from your llumbers, and hail the new day. 
The merry, merry, 6r. 

The flag rous'd before us, away feems to fly, 
And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry ; 
Then follow, follow, follow the mufical chace, 
Where pleafure and vigorous health you embrace. 
Then follow, follow, <bc. 

The day's 'fport, when over, makes blood circle right. 
And gives the brifk lover frefh charms for the night. 

of SONGS. 


Then let us now enjoy all. we can while we may, 
Let love crown the night, as our Iports crown the day. 
Then let us, &c. 


iRithee, Billy, 
Be'nt fo filly, 
Thus to wafle thy days in grief: 

You fay, Betty 

Will riot let ye ; 
But can forrow bring relief ? 

Leave repining, 

Ceafe, your whining ; 
Pox on torment, tears, and wo. 

If fhe's tender, 

Shell furrender ; 
If ihe's tough, — e'en let her go* 


\ X 7Hen Britain firft, at heav'n's command, 
* y. Arofe from out the .azure main, 
Arofe from out the azure main, 
This was the charter, the charter of the land, 
And guardian angels fung this (train ; 

Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves ; 
Britons never will be Haves. 

The nations, not fo blefs'd as thee, 

Muff in their turns to tyrants fall ; 
While thou malt fiourifh great and fjree, 
The dread and envy of them all. 
Rule, Britannia, &c, 


Still more majefttc fhalt thou rife, 

More dreadful from each foreign ftroke ; 

As the loud blaft that tears the ikies, 
Serves but to root thy native oak. 
i Rule, Britannia, fee* ' 

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er mill tame ; 

All their attempts to bend thee down. 
Will but aroufe thy generous flame, 

But work their wo, and thy renown, 
Rule, Britannia, <&c. 

To thee belongs the rural reign ; 

Thy cities fhall with commerce mine; 
All thine fhall be the fubject main, 

And ev'ry fhore it circles thine. 
Rule, Britannia, &c. 

The mules, flill with freedom found, 
Shall to thy happy coafl repair. 

Blefs'd iile ! with beauty matchlefs crown'd, 
And manly hearts to guard the fair. 
Rule, Britannia, &c. 

\ X 7Hen the rofy bowl we drain, 
\ X Gentle love begins to reign : 
Hope, to human hearts benign, 
Mingles in the friendly wine, 
And with pleafing vifions fair 
Sweetly diilipates our care. 
Warm with wine, we win renown, 
Conquer hofts, or ilorm a town, 
Reign the mighty lords of al^ 
And in fancy rule the ball. 

Of SONGS; i£ 

Then our villas charm the fight, 
All with gold and ivory bright ; 
Ships with corn from Egypt come, 
Bearing foreign treafures home : 
Thus each blifs that fills the foul, 
Luxuriant dies from the bowL 


DAmon aik'd me but once, and I. faintly deny'd, 
Intending to ihap him the next time he try'd ; 
But, alas, he's determin'd to afk me no more ! 
And now makes his fuit to the fam'd Leonore. 
Yet why mould I grieve ? for I'm well afTur'd, 
Had he lov'd me, he ne'er would have ta'en the firft 

Though he fawns and he cringes, I'll venture to fay, 
That man is a fool, that will take the Jirft nay. 
Had his love been fmcere, and really in pain, 
He then would have aik'd me again and again ; 
But adieu ; let him go ; for I never will vex : 
A fwain that's in earned allows for our lex. 

DEar Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face ? 
Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd ? 
Prithee quit this caprice ; and (as old Faldaff lays) 
Let us e'en talk a little, like folks of this world. 

How canft thou prefume, thou haft leave to deflroy 
The beauties which Venus but lent to thy keeping ? 

Thofe looks were defign'd to infpire love and joy : 
More ord'nary eyes may ferve people for weeping. 

C 2 


To be vex'd at a trifle or two that I writ, 

Your judgment at once, and my paffion you wrong i 

You take that for fact, which will fcarce be found wit ;• 
Ods-life, muft one fwear to the truth of a fong ? 

What I fpeak, my fair Chloe, and what I writ, mews ? - 
The difference there is betwixt nature and art : 

I court others in verfe ; but I love thee in profe ; 
And they have my whimiies, but thou haft my heart. 

The god of us verfe-men (you know, child) the fun, 
How, after his journey, he fets up his reft : 

If at morning o'er earth 'tis his fancy to run ; 
At night he reclines on his Thetis's breaft. 

So when I am weary'd with wandering all day, 
To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : 

No matter what beauties I faw in my way : 

They are bat my vifits, but thou art my home. 

Then finifti, dear Chloe, this paftoral War, 
And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; 

For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, 
As he was a poet fublimer than me, 

*Ear Madam, when ladies are willing, 
A man needs muft look like a fool ; 
For me, I would not give a iliilling, 
For one that can love out of rule, 
At leaft you mould wait .for our offers, 
Nor match like old maids in defpair ; 
If you've hVd to thefe years without proffers. 
Your fighs are now loft in the air. 

o f S O N G S, v r. 

You fhould leave us to guefs at your wifhing, 

And not fpeak the matter too plain ; 
'Tis ours to be forward and pulhing, 

And yours to affect a difdain. 
That you're in a terrible taking, 

By all your fond ogiings I fee ; 
The fruit that will fall without making, 

Indeed, is too mellow for me. 

DUlcy, no more mifpend your prime, 
But wifely ufe the prefent time, 
Nor truft a future day : 
In vain you think that lovely face, 
Adorn'd with ev'ry blooming grace, 
Will not in time decay. 

Obferve the lilies in the field, 

That pleafant fcents and profpects yield, 

How fhort their beauty lafts ; 
How foon their blooming whitenefs fades, 
How foon they mourn with drooping heads, 

In winter's chilly blaits. 

Then to fbme youth thy charms refign ? 
(Oh ! may the happy fate be mine), 

And kindly crown his joys ; 
If in your bloom you yield to love* 
The fwain will ever confhnt prove, 

When age that bloom 4«&#ys; 


DUll bufihefs, hence, avoid this faered round; 
To mirth and mighty love let ev'ry bowl be 
The fparkling nectar fee, it fans the lover's fire, 
And emulates thofe fmiles its fprightly draughts infpire: 
The gen'rous juice who fcorns, and Wears a fullen brow, 
Still let his miftrefs frown, and he no pleafure know. 

To Chloe's name let's Confecrate the glafs ; 

Chloe mail make each round with livelier transport pais : 

What though the brain mould rock, and fwimming eye 

ihould roll ; 
Love, mighty love, does more ; intoxicates the foul : 
Then, like true fbns of joy, let's laugh at the preciie °. 
When wifdom grows auflere, 'tis folly to be wife. 

This 'tis to live ; thus time is nobly loll: : 
To drink and love, is ail dull man from life can boafL 
Thou fiend Reflection hence, mirth (hall not be allay'd, 
Though lefs'ning. tapers wafte, and the pale liars mould 

fade : 
No matter when the mcon, or brighter Phoebus rife ; 
The morn's in Chloe's cheek, and Phoebus in her eyes. 

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EAch glance from Margaretta's eyes 
Can life or death difpenfe; 
Whene'er (he frowns, her lover dies, 

Her fmiles recall departing fenfe. 
If barely to behold can move . 

To fuch a vaft. degree, 
O let my rapture ftill improve,- 
To tafte as well as fee ! 

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FAlse though fhe be to me and love, 
I'll ne'er purfue revenge ; 
For ftill the charmer I approve, 
Though I deplore her change. 

In hours of blifs we oft have met, 
They could not always laft ; 

And though the prefent I regret, 
I'm grateful for the part. 

FAme's an echo, prattling double, 
An empty, airy, glittering bubble ; 
A breath can fwell, a breath can fink it, 
The wife not worth their keeping think it, 
Why then, why fuch toil and pain, 
Fame's uncertain fmiles to gain ? 
Like her fifter, Fortune, blind, 
To the bell Ihe's oft unkind, 
And the worft her favour find. 

Fame of Dorinda's conquefts brought 
The god of love her charms to view ; 
To wound th' unwary maid he thought, 

But foon became her conqueft too. 
He dropt, half drawn his feeble bow; 

He look'd, he rav'd, and fighing pin'd ; 
And wifli'd, in vain, he had been now, 
1 As painters falfely draw him, blind. 
Pifarm'd, he to his mother flies : 

Help, Venus, help thy wretched ion ! 


Who now will pay us fhcrifice ? 

For love himfelf 's, alas, undone ! 
To Cupid, now no lover's prayer 

Shall be addreis'd in iuppliant fighs ; 
My darts are gone, but, oh ! beware, 

Fond mortals, of Dorinda's eyes. 

"TC'Ill the bowl with ftreams of pleafure, " 
-*- Such as Gallia's vintage boaft ; 
Thefe are tides that bring our treafure ; 

Love and friendfhip be the toaft. 
Flrft our miftrefTes approving, 

With bright beauty crown the.glafs;- - 
He that is too dull for loving, 

Mult in friendfhip be an afs. 

Pylades is with Oreftes. 

Said to have one common- foul ; 
But the meaning of the jeit is 

In the bottom of the bowl. 
Thus, by means of honeft drinking, 

Often is the truth found out, 
Which would colt a -world of thinking ; 

Spare your pains, and drink about. - 

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"OLY fwiftly, ye minutes, -till Comus receive . 
-*- The namelefs fof t - tranfpor ts - that beau tv can give $ 
The bowl's frolic joys let him teach her to prove, 
And flie in return yield the raptures of love,- 

of S O N G Si - g'j 

Without love and wine, wit and beauty are vain, * 
All grandeur infipid, and riches a pain ; 
The moil iplendid palace grows dark as the grave ; 
jLove and wine give, ye. gods ! or take back what you 


Away, away, away, 

To Comus' court repair ; 
There night outmines the day, 

There yields the melting fair. 

'E'Oolish prater, what dole thou 
•*- So early at my window do £ 
Why thy tunelefs lerenade I 
Well't had been, had Tereus made 
Thee dumb as Philbmel, 
There his knife had done but well. 

In thy undifcoVer'd neft 
Thou doft all the winter reft, 
And dreamefl: on thy fummer-joys, 
Free from the flormy fealbn's noife, 
Free from the ill diou'lt done to me %. 
Who diflurbs or feeks out thee ? 

Hadft thou all the charming ndtes 
Of the wood's poetic throats, 
All thy art could never pay 
What thoii'ft ta'en from me away. 

Cruel bird, thou'ft ta'en away 
A dream out of my arms, to*day j 


A dream that ne'er muft equall'd be 
By all that naked eyes may fee. 

Thou, this damage ta repair, 
Nothing half fb fweet or fair, 
Nothing half fo good canft bring, 
Though men fay thou bring'fl the Spring. 


WHen gay Bacchus fills my breaft, 
All my cares are lull'd to reft, 
Rich I feem as Lydia's king, 
Merry catch or ballad fing ; 
Ivy-wreaths my temples fhade, 
Ivy that will never fade : 
Thus I fit, in mind elate, 
Laughing at the farce of ftate. 
Some delight in fighting fields, 
Nobler tranfports Bacchus yields : 
Fill the bowl. — I ever faid, 
? Tis better to lie drunk than dead-. 

CEase to purfue the fcornfui fair ; 
Let not not her vain deluding air 
One thought of thine engage ; 
Leave her to ftale virginity, 
Let pride in youth her torment be^ 
Acrd envy in old age. 

of SONG S. 2 7 

CHloe's the wonder of her fex, 
'Tis well her heart is tender ; 
How might fuch killing eyes perplex. 

With virtue to defend her ! 
But nature, gracioufly inclin'd, 

Not bent to vex but pleafe us, 
Has to her boundlefs beauty join'd 
A boundlefs will to eafe us. , 


/"^OmE, be free, my lovely laffes, 
^^ Banifh dull retraining pride ; 
X^ow we're o'er our gen'rous glaffes, 

Let the mafk be thrown afide. 
With our wine fweet kiffes blending, 

You its virtues mail improve ; 
Wine our warm defires befriending, 

Shall increafe the power of love. 

Squeamifh prudes may- take occafion, 

Whilft they burn with inward fire s 
To condemn a gen'rous paffion, 

Which they never could infpire : 
But how curs'd is their condition, 

Whilft in us they freedom blame? 
Jiv'ry night pant for fruition, 

Yet find none to meet their flame. 

COme, come, bid adieu to fear. 
Love and harmony live here : 
No domeftic jealous jars, 
guzzing {landers, wordy wars, 
D z 


In my prefence will appear ; 
*fx>ve and harmony reign here. 
Sighs to am'rous fighs returning, 
Pulfes beating, bofoms burning, - 
Bofoms with warm willies panting, 
Words to fpeak thofe wiihes wanting, 
Are the only tumults here, 
All the woes you need to fear ; 
Love and harmony reign here. 


COme, my Celia, let us prove, 
While we can, the Iports of love 
Time will not be ours, for ever, 
He at length our good will fever ; 
Spend not then his gifts in vain ; 
Suns that fet may rife again \ 
But if once we lofe this light, 
s Tis with us perpetual night. 
Why mould we defer our joys ? 
Fame and rumour are but toys. 
Cannot we delude the eyes 
Of a few poor houfehold Ipies ? 
'Tis no fiii love's fruits to ileal ; 
Sut the fweet thefts to reveal : 
To be taken, to be feen, 
Thefe have crimes accounted been. 


Orinna coil me many a pray'r, 
Ere I her heart could sain ; 

o T S O N G $, % $ 

TSut me ten thoufand more mould hear, 
To take that heart again, 

Defpair I thought the greateft curfe, 

But to my coft I find, 
Corinna's conftancy ftill worfe ; 

Molt cruel when too kind. 

How blindly then does Cupid carve ? - 

How ill divide the joy ? 
Who does at firft his lovers ftarve, 

And then with plenty cloy. 


IOuld a man be fecure* 3 
That life would endure, 
As of old, a thoufand good year, 
What arts might he know, 
What ads might he do/ 
And all without hurry or care ? 

But we, who have but '{pah-long lives, 
The thicker muft lay on our pleafure, 
And fince time will not ftay, 
Add the night to the day, ; 
And thus we may lengthen the meafure. 

/" h Rown me with the branching vine,- 
^-^ Round my tern pies let it twine > 
See ! the reeling god appears, 
With Silenus, green in years :.. 
Crown'd with joy, let them come, 
Welcome ! welcome S welcome ! welcome I 
Pour the fragrant oil, and med 
Od'rous perfumes on my head, 


Cupid fnall the, flanker be ; 

Fill a glafs, and give it me; 

Fill out more, you little fot, 

Till it overlook the pot. 

Mingle love and foft defires, 

Tender thoughts and am'rous fires ; 

Let not jealoufy intrude, 

Trivial joys or nolfy feud : 

But let's drink, and be divine, 

Let our brother Phoebus fhine; 

Drink like him, like him appear, 

Freifi and blooming all the year, 

Gay and foiling full of life, 

Eafy, quiet, free from ftrife ; 

Fraught with friendfnip ; fraught with love» 

Let the hours fucceffive move, 

Failing unregarded on, 

Nor repine at what is gone ; 

But the prefent hour employ, 

With wine, or love's alternate joy ! 

Thus content, if rigid fate 

Calls us from our happy ftate, ' 

We'll drink our glafs, and throw it down,. 

And die without a fingle frown. " 

CUpid and Venus one day Itrove 
To warm Amyntor's heart, 
And give him all the joys of love, 
The joys without the foart. 

Says Venus, Then let every maid 
Beftow a fav'rite grace : . v ■ ■- 

No, Mamma, Cupid foiling faid, 
Let's fhew him Celia's face. 

of SONG S. 3* 

CYnthia frowns whene'er I woo herV 
Yet file's vex'd if I give over : 
Much fhe fears I mould undo her, 

But much more to lofe her lover 
Thus in doubting, (he refufes, 
And not winning, thus fhe lofes, 

Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you, 

Age and wrinkles will o'er take you ; 
Then too late defire will find you, 

When the power does forfake you. 
Think, oh, think ! oh, fad condition I 
To be pafl, yet wifh fruition. 

WHen Bacchus, jolly god, invites, 
In fprightly dance my heart delights ; 
When with blithe youths I drain the bowl, 
The lyre can harmonize my foul : 
But when indulging amorous play, 
I frolic with the fair and gay, 
With hyacinthine chaplet crown'd, 
Then, then the fweetefl joys abound j 
My honefl heart nor envy bears, 
Nor envy's poifon'd arrow fears ; 
By rankling malice never ftung, 
I fhun the venom-venting tongue, . 
And at the jovial banquet hate 
Contentions, battles, and debate ; 
When to the lyre's melodious foun<i 
With Phyllis in the dance I bound, 
The blooming fair, the filver lyre, 
Should only dance 2nd love infpire is 


Then let us pafs life's peaceful day 
In mirth and innocence away. 

TI^HY fhould I afk to whom (he's kkid, 

* ™ Siace I her favours mare ; 
And none e'er cur'd a roving mind 
By jealoufy or care ? 

Why mould I flill difturb my eafej 

Miftruitful of her charms ; 
And fear that ev'ry look betrays 

Her to fome rival's arms ? 

Since, if Corinna truly loves* 

Reftraint is needlefs fure ; 
And if her Inclination roves* 

No ftrictnefs can lecure. 


"V\7"Ine's a miftrefs gay and eafy* 
" * Ever free to give delight ; 
Let what may perplex and teaze ye, 
'Tis the bottle fets all right. 


Who would leave a lafling treafure, 
To embrace a childiili pleafare, 

Which loon as tailed takes its flight ? 

Pierce the calk of gen'rous claret, 
Roufe your hearts,; ere 'tis too late; 

Fill the goblet, never fpare it 

That's your armour 'gainiQ: all fate* . 

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WITH an honefl old friend, and a merry old fong v 
And a flafk of old port, let me fit the, night long, 
And laugh at the malice of thofe who repine, 
That they, mull fwig porter, whilft I can drink wine. 

I envy no mortal, though ever fo great, 
Nor fcorn I a wretch for his lowly eftate; 
But what I abhor, and efteem as a curfe, 
Is poornefs of fpirit, not poorneis of purfc. 

Then dare to be generous, dauntlefs, and gay. 
Let's merrily pafs life's remainder away ; 
Upheld by our friends, we our foes may defpife ; 
For the more we are envy r d, the higher we rife. 

W ! 

'Ith early horn 
Salute the morn 
That gilds this charming place s 

With chearful cries, 

Bid Echo rife, 
And join the jovial chace. 
The vocal hills around, 

The waving woods, 

The cryftal floods, 
All, all return th' enliv'ning found. 

WOuld you know how we. meet o'er our jolly 
full bowls? 
As we mingle our liquors, we mingle our fouls. 
The Iharp melts the fweet, the kind fmooths the flrorig, 
And nothing but friendfhip grows all the night long : 


We drink, laugh, and celebrate ev'ry defire ; 
Love cnly remains our unquenchable lire. 

\S/Ould you tafte the noontide, air? 

To yon fragrant bow'r repair, * 
Where woven with the poplar bough 
The mantling vine will melter you. 

Down each fide a fountain flows, 
Tinkling, murm'ring, as it goes 
Lightly o'er the mofTy ground, 
Sultry Phoebus fcorching round. 

Round the languid herds and fheep, 
Stretch'd o'er funny hillocks lleep, 
While on the hyacinth and rofe 
The fair does all alone repofe j 

All alone, — «• yet in her arms 
Your breafl may beat to love's alarms, 
Till blefs'd and blefling you mail own 
The joys of love are joys alone. 

YE good fellows all 
Who love to be told where there's claret good 
Attend to the call of one who's ne'er frighted, 
But greatly delighted with fix bottles more : 

Be fure you don't pafs the good houfe Money-glafs, 
Which the jolly red god fo peculiarly owns ; 

'Twill well fuit your humour, for pray what would 
you more, 
Than mirth with good claret, and bumpers, 'Squire Jones J 

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Ye lovers who pine « 
For lafTes, who oft prove as cruel as fair, 

Who whimper and whine for lilies and rofes, 
With eyes, lips, and nofes, or tip of an ear, 

Come hither, I'll mew you, how Phillis and Chide 
No more mall occafion fuch fighs and fuch groans ; 

For what mortal fo ftupid, as not to quit Cupid, 
When call'd by good claret, and bumpers, *Squire Jones ? 

Ye poets who write, 
And brag of your drinking fam'd Helicon's brook, 

Though all you get by't is a dinner oftimes, 
In reward for your rhymes, with Humphry the duke ; 

Learn Bacchus to follow, and quit your Apollo, 
Forfake all the mufes, thofe fenfelefs old drones ; 

Our jingling of glafTes your rhyming furpafles, 
When crown'd with good claret, and bumpers, 'Squirt 

Ye foldiers fo flout, 
With plenty of .oaths, though not plenty of coin, 

Who make fuch a route of all your commanders, 
Who ferv'd us in Flanders, and eke at the Boyne, 

Come leave off your rattling, of fighting and baffling,. 
And know you'd much better to Ileep with whole 
bones ; 
Were you fent to Gibraltar, your note you'd foot! 
And wifh for good claret, and bumpers, 'Squire Jones, 

Ye clergy lb wife, 
Who myfteries profound can demonftrate clear, 

Hew worthy to rile, you preach once a week, 
Bilt your tithes never feek above once in a year, 
E 2 


Come here without failing, and leave off your railing 
? Gainfl bifliops providing for dull ftupid drones : 

Says the text lb divine, What is life without winerf 
Then away with the claret, a bumper, 'Squire Jones, 

Ye lawyers fo juft, 
Be the caufe what it will, who fo learnedly plead, 

How worthy of truft, you know black from white, 
Yet prefer wrong to right, as you're chanc'd to be fee'd ;- 

Leave mufty reports, and forfake the king's courts, 
Where dulnefs and difeord have fet up their thrones, 
Burn Salkeld and Ventris, with all your damn'd 
And away with the claret, a bumper, 'Squire Jones. 

Ye phyfical tribe, 
Whole knowledge confifls in hard words and grimace., 

When e'er you prefcribe, have at you devotion 
Pills, bolits, or potion, be what will the cafe : 

Pray where is the need to purge, blifter, and bleed, 
When ailing yourfelves, the whole faculty owns, 

That the forms of old Galen are not fo ■ prevailing, 
As mirth with good claret, and bumpers, 'Squire Jones, 

Ye fox-hunters, eke, 
That follow the call of the horn and the hound, 
Who your ladies forfake before they're awake, 
To beat up the brake where the vermin is found, 
Leave Piper and Blueman, lTirill Duchefs and True- 
man ; 
No mufic is found in fuch diflbnant tones : 

Would you ravifh your ears with the longs of w§ 
ipheres ? 
Hark ! away to the claret, a bumper, 'Squire Jones. 

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YES, yes, I own, I love to fee 
Old men facetious, blithe, and free ; 
I love the youth that light can bound, 
Or graceful fwim th' harmonious round : 
But when old age, jocofe though gray, 
Can dance and frolic with the gay J 
*Tis plain to all the jovial throng, 
Though hoar the head, the heart is young* 

THE man that is drunk, is void of all care ; 
He needs neither Parthian quiver, nor fpear i 
The Moor's poifon'd dart he fcorns for to wield ; 
His bottle alone is his weapon and fhield : 

Undaunted he goes among bullies and whores, 
Demolifhes windows, and breaks open doors ; 
He revels all night, is afraid of no evil, 
And boldly defies both proclor and devil. 

As late I rode out with my fkin full of wine. 
Incumbered neither with care, nor with coin, 
I boldly confronted a horrible dun ; 
Affrighted, as foon as he faw me, he run. 

No monfter could put you to half fe much fear^ 
Should he in Apulia's foreft appear; 
In Africa's defert there never was fsen 
A monfter fo hated by gods and by men. 

Come place me, ye deities, under the line, 
Where grows not a tree, nor a plant, but the vine j 
O'er hot burning fands I'll fwelter and fweat, 
Barefooted, with nothing to keep off the heat : 


Or place me where funmine is ne'er to be found, 
Where the earth is with winter eternally bound, 
Ev'n there I would nought but my bottle require ; 
My bottle fnould warm me, and fill me with fire. 

My tutor may job me, and lay me down rules ; 
Who minds 'em but damn'd philofophical fools ? 
For when I am old, and can no more drink, 
'Tis time enough then for to fit down and think. 

'Twas thus Alexander was tutor'd in vain, 

For he thought Arifiotle an afs for his pain ; 

His forrow he us'd in full bumpers to drown, 

And when he was drunk, then the world was his own. 

This world is a tavern with liquor well ffor'd, 
And into't I came to be drunk as a lord ; 
My life is the reck'ning, which freely I pay, 
And when I'm dead-drunk, then I'll dagger away, 

r ~jHHE wanton god that pierces hearts, 

-*- Dips in gall his pointed darts y- 
But the nymph difdains to pine, 
Who bathes the wound with rofy wine. 

Farewell lovers, when they're cloy'd j 
If I'm fcorn'd becaufe enjoy'd-: 
Sure the fqueamilh feps are free 
To rid me of dull company. - 

They have charms, v/hilfl mine "can pleafe ? 
I love them much, but more my eale ; 
Nor jealous fears my love moleii, 

Nor faithfcfs vows fhail break my reft. 

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Why mould they ever give me pain, 
Who to give me joy difdain ? 
All I hope of mortal man, 
Is to love me — whilfl he can. 

r | ^Hough envious old age ieems in part to impair me, 
-*- And makes me the fport of the wanton and gay, 
Brilk wine mall recruit, as life's winter mall wear me, 
And I ftill have a heart to do what I may. 

Then, Venus, beftow me feme damfel of beauty, 

As Bacchus lhall lend me a cherifhing glafs ; 
Silenus, though old, (hall to both do his duty ; 
And firit clafp tlie bottle, and then clafp the lafs % 
The bottle, the lafs, 
The lafs and the bottle, 
And firft, clafp the bottle, and then clafp the lafs. 

T TT'Hile Phillis is drinking, love and wine in alliance, 

" * With forces united, bid refiftlefs defiance ; 
By the touch of her lips the wine fparkles higher, 
And her eyes from her drinking, redouble their fire. 

Her cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their colour, 
As flowers by fprinkling, revive with frefh odour ; 
His dart dipt in wine, love wounds beyond curing, 
And the liquor, like oil, makes the flame more endu- 


By cordials of wine love is kept from expiring, 
And our mirth is enliven'd by love and deiiring, 

4 o A COLLECT 10 N 

Relieving each other, the pleafure is lafting, 
And we never are cloy'd, yet are ever a-tafting, 

Then Phillis, begin, let our raptures abound, 
And a kifs and a glafs be itill going round ; 
Our joys are immortal, while thus we remove 
From love to the bottle, from the bottle to love, 

NOW let us gaily drink, and join, 
To celebrate the god of wine ; 
Bacchus, who taught his jovial throng 
The dance, and patroniz'd the fong ; 
In heart, in foul, with love the fame, 
The fav'rite of the Cyprian dame. 
Revelry he nam'd his heir ; 
The Graces are his daughters fair ; 
Sadnels in Lethe's lake he Iteeps ;. 
Solicitude before him lleeps. 
When in large bowls fair boys produce 
The heart-exhilarating juice, 
Then all our forrows are refign'd, 
They fly, and mingle with the wind. 
The gen'rous bowl then let us drain, 
Difiniiling care, forgetting pain : 
For life, what pleafure can it give, 
If with anxiety we live ? 
And what hereafter may betide 
No living cafaift can decide. 
The days of man are fix'jd by fate, 
park and obfcure, though fhort the. date. 

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Then let me, warm with wine, advance^ 

And revel in the tipfy dance ; 

Or, breathing odours, fport and play 

Among the fair, among the gay ; 

As for thofe flubborn fools, that will 

Be wretched, be they wretched flilh 

But let us gaily drink, and join 

To celebrate the god of wine. 

OLd Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles ; 
I'll tell you, young gentleman, what die fates 
will is ; 
You, my boy, mull go, 
The gods will have it fo, 
To the fiege of Troy, 
Thence never to return to Greece again % 
But before thofe walls to be llain. 
Let not your courage be caff down, 
But all the while you lie before the town, 
Drink and drive care away, drink and be merry : 
You'll ne'er go the fooner to the Stygian ferry. 


PLague us not with idle flories, 
Whining loves, and fenfelefs glories ; 
What are lovers, what are kings ? 
What at bell but flavifh things ? 
Free I liv'd, as nature made me, 
No proud beauty durfl invade me, 
No rebellious ilaves betray 'd me, 
Free I liv'd as nature made me, 


Each by turns, as fenfe infpir'd me, 
Bacchus, Ceres, Venus, fir'd me ; 
I alone have loft true pleafure, 
Freedom is the only treafure. 

P Reach not me your mufty rules, 
Ye drones that mould in idle cell ; 
The heart is wifer than the fchools, 

The fenfes always reafon well. 
If fhort my fpan, I lefs ; can lpare 
To pafs a fmgle pleafure by ; 
An hour is long, if loft in care, 
They only live, who life enjoy. 

PRithee, friend, leave off thy thinking, 
Caft thy cares- and love away ; 
Troubles ftirll are drown'd in drinking, 

Do not, do not then delay ; 
Bacchus cares not for thy will, 
But will have us chinking ftill. 

Do but view this glafs of claref, 

How invitingly it looks ; 
Drink it quickly, or you'll mar if„ 

Pox of fighting, or of books i . 
Let us have good ftore of wine, 
Hang him then that does repine, 

Call the drawer, bid him fill it 
As full as ever it can hold :. 

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take heed you do not fpill it, 

'Tis more precious far than gold 5 
Let us drink, and then 'twill prove, 
Drink is better fport than love. 

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SAve women and wine there is nothing in life 
That can bribe honeft fouls to endure it : 
When the heart is perplex'd, and furrounded with care, 
Dear women and wine only can cure it. 
Dear women, <&c. 

Come on then, my boys, we'll have women and wine, 

And wifely to purpofe employ them. 
He's a fool that refufes fuch bleffmgs divine, . 

Whilft vigour and health can enjoy them. 
As women and wine, dear women and wine, 

Whilft vigour, <bc. 

Our wine fhall be old, bright, and found, my dear Jack 3 

To heighten our amorous fires ; 
Our girls young and fmart, and fhall kifs with a fmack,. 

And fhall gratify all our defires ; 
The bottles we'll crack, and the lafles we'll fmack, 

And fhall gratify, 6r. 

SHould I die by the force of good wine, 
'Tis my will that a tun be my fhrine \ 
And for the age to come, 
Engrave this ftory on my tomb : 
Here lies a body once fo brave, 
Who by drinking made his grave*,. 
F 2 


Since thus to die will purchafe fame, : : . 

And raife an everlaftmg name ; 

Diink, drink away, drink, drink away ; 

And here let's, be nobly interr'd : 
Let mifers and (laves fneak into their graves, 

And rot in a dirty church-yard. 

TEll me no more I am deceiv'd, 
That Chlpe's falfe and common ; 
By heav'n, 1 ajl along believ'd 

She was a very woman ; 
As fuch I lik'd, as fuch carefs'd, 
She mil was conftant when poiTefs'd, 
She could do more for no man. 

But, oh ! her thoughts on others ran, 
And that you think a hard thing ; 

Perhaps ihe fancy'd you the man ; 
Why, what care I one farthing ?' 

You think fhe's falfe, I'm fure file's kind, 

111 take her body, you her mind ; 
Who has the better bargain ? 

Hen I drain the rofy bowl, 
Joy exhilarates my foul ; 
To the Nine I raife my fong, 
Ever fair raid ever young. 

When full cups my care expel ; 
Sober counfels, then farewell : 
Let the winds that murmur, fweep 
All my fcrrows to the deep. 

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When I drink dull time away, 
Jolly Bacchus, ever gay, 
Leads me to delightful bowers, 
Full of fragrance, full of flowers. 

When I quaff the fparkling wine, 
And my locks with rofes twine ; 
Then I praife life's rural fcene, 
Sweet, fequefter'd, and ferene. 

When I link the bowl profound, 
Bicheft fragrance flowing round, 
And Ibrne lovely nymph detain, 
Venus then infpires the flrain. 

When from goblets deep and wide 
I exhauft the generous tide, 
All my Ibul unbends, « — I play 
Gamefome with the young and gay. 

When die foaming bowl I drain, 
Real bleffings are my gain ; 
Bleffings which my own I call, 
Death is common to us all, 

HAng this whining way of wooing, 
Loving was defign'd a fport : 
Sighing, talking, without doing, 
Makes a filly idle court, 

Don't believe that words can move her, 
If file be not well inclin'd : 

She herfelf muft be the lover, 
To perfuade her to be kind, 


If at laft fhe grants the favour, 

And confents to be undone ; 
Never think your pa/lion gave her 

To your wifhes, but her own. 

HOW blefs'd he appears 
That revels and loves out his happy years, 
That fiercely fpurs on till he finifh his race, 
And, knowing life's fhort, chufes living apace ! 
To cares we were born, 'twere a folly to doubt it ; 
Then love and rejoice, there's no living without it. 

Each day we grow older, 
But as fate approaches, the brave ftill are bolder ; 
The joys of love with our youth Hide away, 
But yet there are pleasures that never decay : 
When beauty grows dull, and our paflions grow cold, 
Wine ftill keeps its charms, and we drink when we're 


HOW happy are we, when the wind is abaft ! 
And the boatfwain he pipes, Haul both your 
fheets aft ! 
Steady, fteady, fays the matter, it blows a frefh gale, 
We'll foon reach our port, boys, if the wind doth not 

Then drink about, Tom, although the /hip roll, 
We'll fave our rich liquor by flinging our bowl * 

of SONG S. 4? 

IN love and life the prelent ufe, 
One hour we grant, the next refine ; 
Who then would ri(k a nay ? 
Were lovers wile, they would be kind, 
And in our eyes the moment find, 
For only then they may. 

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TT'Indly, kindly, thus my treafure, 
-*^- Ever love me, ever charm ; 
Let thy pafTion know no meafure, 

Yet no jealous fear alarm. 
Why mould we, our blhs beguiling, 

By dull doubting fall at odds ? 
Meet my. foft embraces fmiling, 

We'll be as happy as the gods. 

LEt's drink, my friends, while here we live, 
The fleeting moments as they pafs 
This filent admonition give, 

T 'improve our time, and pufh the glafs. 
When once we've entered Charon's boat, 

Farewell to drinking, joys divine, 
There's not a drop to wet our throat, 
The grave's a cellar void of wine. 

LIve, and love, enjoy the fair, 
Baniih forrow, banim care, 


Mind not what old dotards fay, 
Age has had his fhare of play, 
But youth's fport begins to-day. 

From the fruits of fweet delight 
Let not fcare-crow virtue fright* 
Here in pleafure's vineyard we 
Rove, like birds, from tree to tree, 
Carelefs, airy, gay, and free. 

Choru s, . 

Away, away, away, 

To Comus' court repair. 
There night outfhines the day, 

There yields the melting fair. 

LOve's a dream of mighty treafure, 
Which in fancy we pofTefs 5 
In the folly lies the pleafure, 

Wifdom always makes it lefs. 
When we think, by paffion heated., 

We a goddefs have in chace, 
Like Ixion we are cheated, 

And a gaudy cloud embrace. 
Happy only is the lover, 

Whom his mifrrefs well deceives j) . 

Seeking nothing, to difcover ; • 

He contented lives at eafe. . 

But the wretch that would be knowing 

What the fair one would dilguiie, 
Labours for his own undoing,. 

Changing happy, to be wife, 

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Mistaken fair, Jay Sherlock by. 
His docVme is deceiving \ 
For whilft he teaches us to die, 
He cheats us of our living. 

To die's a lefTon we (hall know 
Too foon without a matter j 

Then only let us ftudy now 
How we may live the fallen 

To live's to love, to blefs, he bleffe 

With mutual inclination ; 
Share then my ardour in your breaft, 

And kindly meet my paflion. 

But if thus blefs'd I may not live ? 

And pity you deny, 
To me at leaft your Sherlock give, 

'Tis I mult learn to die. 

MOrtals, wifely learn to meafure 
Life by the extent of joy, 
Life's a fhort and fleeting pleafure : 
Then be gay, 
Whilft you may, 
Aiid your hours with mirth employ. 

Never let a miftrefs pain thee, 

Though ftie meets you with a frown, 
Fly to wine, 'twill foon unchain thee, 
Chear thy heart, 
And all thy fmart 
In a fweet oblivion drown. 



If love's fiercer feme fhould feize thee, 

To ibme gentle maid repair, 
She'll with foft endearments eafe thee, 
On her breaft, 
Sink to reft, .. 
Eas'd of love and free from care* 

Friendship, wine, and love united, 
From all ills defend the mind, 
By them-guarded and delighted, 
Happy flate, 
Smile at fate, ' 
And give lorrow to the wind. 

*^TOW Phoebus finketh in the weft, 

■*■ ^ Welcome fong, and welcome jeft, 

Midnight fhoot, and revelry, 

Trpfy dance, and jollity : 

Braid your locks with rofy twine, 

Dropping odours, dropping wine, . 

Rigour now is gone to bed, 
And Advice with fcrup'lous "head : 
Strict Age, and four Severity, 
With their grave iaws, in ftumber lie. 


OFT I'm by the women told, 
Poor Anacreon, thou grow'ft old ; 
See how thy hairs are falling all ! 
See, poor Anacreon., how the? fall ! 

• . 

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A 1 R. 

Whether I grow olcf or no, 
By th' effe&s I do not know. 
This I know without being told, 
Tis time to live, if I grow old, 
'Tis time fhort pleafures now to take ; 
Of little life the beft to make ; 
And manage wifely the lafl flake, 

INdulge me, Stoics, with the bowl, 
And let me gratify my foul ; 
Your precepts to the fchools confine, 
for I'll be nobly mad with wine. 

Alcmaeon and Orefles grew 
Quite mad when they their mothers fiew ; 
But I, no man, no mother kill'd, 
No blood but that of Bacchus fpill'd., 
Will prove the virtues of the vine, 
And be immenfely mad with wine. 
When Hercules was mad, we know, 
He gralp'd the Iphitean bow ; 
The rattling of his quiver Ipread 
Aftonifhment around md dread; 
Made Ajax, with his lev'nfold fhield, 
Tremendous ftalk along the field ; 
Great Hector's flaming fword he drew,. 
And hofte of Greeks in fancy Hew. 
But I with no fuch fury glow, 
No fword I wave, nor bend the bow *. 
My helmet is a flow'ry crown, 
In this bright bowl my cares I'll drow% 
And ran,t in ecftafies divine, 
heroically mad with wine. 
G % 


AH ! Chloris, 'tis time to difarm your bright eyes* 
And lay by thqfe terrible glances ; - 

We live in an age that*s more civil and wile, 
Than to follow the rules of romances. 

When once your round bubbies begin but to pout, 
They'll allow you no long time of courting ; 

And you'll find it a very hard talk to hold out; 
For all maidens are mortal at fourteen. 

ALL my pall life is mine no more, 
The flying hours are gone. 
Like tranfitory dreams giv'n o'er, 
Whole images are kept in ftore, 
By memory alone. 

Whatever is to come is not, 

How then can it be mine ? 
The prefent moment's all my lot, 
And that as fail as it is got, 

Phillis, is only thine, ~ 

Then talk not of inconftancy, 

Falfe hearts, and broken vows. : 
If I by miracle can be 
This long-liv'd minute true to thee, 

'Tis all that heav'n allows. 

AS naked almolt, and more fair you appear, 
Than Diana, when lpy'd by Aclseon : 
Yet that flag-hunter's fate, your votaries here. 
We hope you're top gentle to lay on : 

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For he like a fool took a peep, and no more, 
So fhe gave him a large pair of horns, Sir : 

What goddefs undreft fuch neglect ever bore ? 
Or what woman e'er pardon'd fuch fcorn, Sir ? 

The man who with beauty feafts only his eyes, 
With the fair always works his own ruin ; 

You mall find by our actions, our looks, and our fighs, 
We're not barely contented with viewing. 

AS foon as the chaos was turn'd into form, 
And the firft race of men knew' a good from a 
. harm ; 

They quickly did join 
In a knowledge divine, 
That the world's chiefeft bleffings were women and 

Since when by example, improving delights, 

Wine governs our days, love and beauty our nights 3 

Love on then, and drink, 

'Tis a folly to think, 
On a myftery out of our reaches ; 

Be moral in thought, 

To be merry's no fault, 
Though an elder^the contrary preaches : 

For never, my friends, 

Never, never, my friends. 
Never, never, my friends, was an age of more vice, 
Than when knaves would feem pious, and fools would 

feem wife. 


AS fwift- as time put round the glafs, 
And hufband well life's little /pace ; 
Perhaps your fun, which (nines fo bright, 
May fet in everlafting night. ' . 

Or if the fun again fhould rife, 

Death, ere the morn, may clofe your eyes - x 

Then drink before it be too late, 

And match the prelent hour from fate. 

Come, fill a bumper, fill it round, 
Let mirth, and wit, and wine abound ; 
In thefe alone true wifdom lies, 
For to be merry's to be wife. 

A Way with the caufes of riches and cares, 
** * That eat up our fpirits, and ihorten our years \ 
No pleafure can be ' 
In ftate or degree, 
But 'tis mingled with troubles and fears : 
Then perifh all fops by fobriety duli'd, 
While he that is merry reigns prince of the world. 

The quirks and the zealots of beauty and wit, 
Though fupported by power, at lafl fubmit >• 
. . For he that is fad, 

Grows wretched or mad, 
Whilfl Mirth like a monarch does fit : 
It cherifhes life in the old and the young, 
4nd makes every day to be happy and long. 



b% SONG S.' ff 

Anish Ibrrow, let's drink, and be merry, boys, 
Time flies fwift, to-morrow brings care ; 
If you believe it, 
Drink, and deceive if, 
Wine will relieve it, 
And drown deipaif . 

C h o n u s. 

The fweets of wine are found in pofTeiTing, 
Its juice divine, mankind's chiefeit bleffing ; 
The glafs is thine, drink, there's no excefs in 
A bumper or two, with a chearful friend. 

'Tis wine gives ftrength, when nature's exhaufted ; 
Heals the fick man, frees the flave ; 

Makes the itiff ftumble, 

And the proud humble, 

Exalts the meek, 

And makes cowards brave* 
Chorus, &c* 

? Tis wine that prompts the tim'rous lover ; . 
Be briik with your miftreis, denials defjtffe ;< 
She'll cry, you'll undo her, 
But be a brifk wooer, 
* 'Attack her, purfue her, 
You'll gain the prize. 
Chorus, <bc. 

s Tis wine that banilhes all worldly forrow 3 
Then who'd omit the pleafmg talk ? 

Since wine's fweet fociety 

Eafes anxiety, 

Damn dull fobriety, 

Bring t'other flafL 
Chorus, 4sq % 

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DY dimpled brook, and fountain brim, 
•*■-* The wood-nymphs deck'd with daifies trial, 
Their merry wakes and paftimes keep : 
What has night to do with fleep ? 

Night has better fweets to prove ; 
Venus now wakes, and wakens love : 
Come, let us our rites begin ; 
'Tis only day-light that makes fin. 

BY the gaily circling glafs 
We can fee how minutes pafs : 
33 y the hollow cafk are told 
How the warning night grows old. 

Soon, too fbon, the bufy day 
Drives us from our iport and play j 
What have we with dajr to do ? 
Sons of care ! 'twas made for you. 

LET me wander, not unieen 
By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green , 
While the ploughman, near at hand, 
Whittles o'er the furrow'd land, 
And die milk-maid fingeth blithe, 
And the mower Whets his fcythe. 
And ev'ry fhepherd tells his tale. 
Under the hawthorn in the dale. 

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A H ! how fweet it is to love ! 
* *■ Ah ! how gay is young defire ! 
And what pleafing pains we prove, 

When firit we feel a lover's fir.? ! 
Pains of love are fweeter far, 
Than all other pleafures arc. 

Sighs which are from lovers blown, 

Do but gently heave the heart; 
Ev'n the tears they (lied alone, 

Cure, like trickling balm, their fmart. 
Lovers, when they lofe their breath, 
Bleed away an eafy death. 

Love and time with rev'rence ufe ; 

Treat them like a parting friend ; 
Nor the golden gifts refufe, 

Which in youth iincere they lend : 
For each year their price is more, 
And they lefs fnnple than before. 

Love like fpring-tides, full and high, 

Swells in ev'ry youthful vein ; 
Each other tide has lefs fupply, 

Till they quite fhrink in again ; 
If a flow in age appear, 
'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. 

I'M not one of your fops, who, to pleafe a coy lafs, 
Can lie whining and pining, and look like an afs. 
Life is dull without love, and not worth the poiTeiiing ; 
But fools make a curie what was meant for a plefling. 


While his godfhip's not rude, I'll allow him my breaft ; 
But, by Jove, out he goes, mould he once break my 

reft. ' 
I can toy with a girl for an hour, to allay 
The flufter of youth, or the ferment of May ; 
But muft beg her excufe, not to bear pain or anguifti 3 
For that's not to love, by her leave, but to languifn, 

\X /Illy, ne'er inquire what end 

* * The gods for thee or me intend ; 
Mow vain the fearch, that but beftows 
The knowledge of our future woes ! 
Happier the man that ne'er repines, 
Whatever lot his fate affigns, 
Than they that idly vex their lives 
With wizards and inchanting wives. 

Thy prefent time in mirth employ, 
And confecrate thy youth to joy • 
Whether the fates to thy old icore 
Shall bounteous add a winter more, 
Or this mall lay thee cold on earth, 
That rages o'er the Pentland firth, 
No more with Home the dance to lead ;. 
Take my advice, ne'er vex thy head. 

With blithe intent the goblet pour, 
That's facred to the genial hour : 
In flowing wine Hill warm thy foul, 
And have no thoughts beyond the bswl 
Behold the flying hour is loft, 
For time rides ever on the poft ? 

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Ev'n while we fpeak, ev'n while we think, 
And waits not for the ftanding drink. 

CollecT: the joys each prefent day, 
And live in youth, while belt, you may ; 
Have all your pleafures at command, 
jNor truft one day in fortune's hand. 
Then Willy be a wanton wag, 

If ye wad pleafe the lafTes braw, 
At bridals then ye'll bear the brag, 

And carry ay the gree awa\ 

LET's be jovial, fill our glafTes ; 
Madnefs 'tis for us to think, 
How the world is rul'd by afTes, 
And the wife are fway'd by chink. 

Then never let vain cares opprefs us, 
Riches are to them a fnare ; 

We're ev'ry one as rich as Crcefus, 
While our bottle drowns our care. 

Wine will make us red as roles, 
And our fbrrows quite forget ; 

Come, let us fuddle all our nofes, 
Drink ourfelves quite out of debt. 

When grim death is looking for us, 
We're caroufing o'er our bowls, 

Bacchus joining in the chorus, 

Death, begone, here's none but fouls 

Godlike Bacchus thus commanding, 
Trembling death away ihall fly, 
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Ever after underftanding 

Drinking fouls can never die. 

BAcckus mufl now his power refign, 
I am the only god of wine : 
It is not fit the wretch fhould be 
In competition fet with me, 
Who can drink ten times more than he. 

Make a new world, ye powers divine, 
Stock it with nothing elie but wine ; 
Let wine its only produce be ; 
Let wine be earth, and air, and fea, 
And let that wine be — all for me. 

Let other mortals vainly wear 
A tedious life in anxious care ; 
Let the ambitious toil and think, 
Let ftates. and empires fwim or fink ; 
My fole ambition is to drink. 

SInce I'm born a mortal man, 
And my being's but a fpan, 
"Tis a march that I mufl: make ; 
5 Tis a journey I mult take : 
What is paft I know too well ; 
What is future who can tell ? 
Teazing Care, then fet me free, 
What have I ,to do with thee ? 
Ere I die, for die I muft, 
Ere this body turn to duft, 

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Every moment I'll employ 

In fweet revelry and joy, 

Laugh, and ling, and dance, and play, 

With Lyseus young and gay. 

UPbraid me not, capricious fair, 
With drinking to excefs ; 
I mould not want to drown delpair, 
Were your indiiF'rence lefs. 

Love me, my dear, and you fhall find, 

When this excufe is gone, 
That all my blifs, when Chloe's kind, 

Is fix'd on her alone. 

The god of wine the victory 

To beauty yields with joy ; 
For Bacchus only drinks like me, 

When Ariadne's coy. 

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VUlcan, contrive me fuch a cup 
As Neftor us'd of old ; 
Shew all thy fkill to trim it up, 
Damafk it round with gold. 

Make it fo large, that, fill'd with fack 

Up to the fwelling brim, 
Vafl toalls on the. delicious lake, 

Like fhips at fea, may fwim. 

Engrave no battle on his cheek, 
With war I've nought to do ; 


Vm none of thofe that took Maeftricht, 
Nor Yarmouth leaguer knew. 

Let it no names of planets tell, 

Fix'd ftars or conftellations ; 
For I am not Sir Sidrophel, 

Nor none of his relations. 

But carve thereon a fpreading vine ; 

Then add two lovely boys ; 
Their limbs in am'rous folds intwine, 

The type of future joys. 

Cupid and Bacchus my faints are, 

May drink and love ftill reign ; 
With wine I warn. away my care, 

And then to love again. 

HEre's to thee, my boy, my darling, my joy, 
For a toper I love as my life ; 
Who ne'er baulks his glafs, nor cries like an aft, 

To go home to his miftrefs or wife : 
But heartily quaffs, ilngs catches, and laughs, 
' All the night he looks jovial and gay ; 
When morning appears, then homeward he fleers. 
To more out the reft of the day. 

He feels not the cares, the griefs, nor the fears,, 

That the fober too often attend ; 
Nor knows he a lofs, difturbance, or crofs, 

Save the want of his bottle and friend. 

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FLY care to the winds* thus I blow thee away • 
I'll drown thee in wine, if thou dar'fl for to flay ; 
With bumpers of claret my fpirits I'll raife, 
I'll laugh and I'll fing all the reft of my days. 

God Bacchus this moment adopts me his fon, 

And infpir'd, my breaft glows with tranfports unknown ; 

The fparkling liquor new vigour fupplies, 

And makes the nymph kind who before was too wife. 

Then, dull fober mortals, be happy as me ; 
Two bottles of claret Will make us agree ; 
Will open your eyes to fee Phillis's charms, 
And, her coynefs wafh'd down, fhe'll fly to your arms. 

PRoud. women, I fcorn you, brifk wine's my delight; 
I'll drink all the day, and I'll revel all night : 
As great as a monarch, the moments I'll pafs, 
The bottle my globe, and the fceptre my glafs : 
The table's my throne, and the tavern my court ; 
The drawer's my fubjeft, and drinking's my iport, 
Here's the queen of all joy, here's a miftrefs ne'er coy 5 
Dear cure of all forrows, and life of all blifs, 
I'm a king when I hug you, much more when I kifs. 

"OAcchus, aflift us to fing thy great glory,. 
•— Chief of the gods, we exult in thy ftory j 

Wine's hrft projector, 

Mankind's prote£ior 7 

Patron to topers, 


How do we adore thee ! 

Wine's firit projector, <bc. 
Friend to the mufes, and whetftone to Venus, 
Herald to pleafures, when wine would convene us % 

Sorrow's phyfician, 

When our condition 
In worldly cares wants a cordial to fcreen us. 
Nature fhe fmil'd, when thy birth it was blazed ; 
Mankind rejoic'd when thy altars were raifed : 

Mirth will be flowing, 

Whilft the vine's growing, 
And fober fouls at our joys be amazed. 

"OAcchus, god of jovial drinking, 

**-* Keep th' enamour'd fool from thinking, 

Teach him wine's great power to know* 

Heroes would be loft in battle, ; 

If not cherifh'd by the bottle. 
Wine does all that's great above, 
Wine does all that's great below. 

FUll bags, a frefh bottle, and a beautiful face, 
Are the three greateft bleffings poor mortals em- 
brace : 
But, alas ! we grow muckworms, if bags do but fill, 
And a bonny, gay dame often ends in a pill. 
Then heigh for brifk claret, whofe pleafures ne'er wafte ; 
By a bumper we're rich, and by two we are chafte. 

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WIne does wonders ev'ry day, 
Makes the heavy light and gay ; 
Throws off all their melancholy ; 
Makes the wifefl go aftray, 
And the bufy toy and play, 
And the poor and needy jolly. 

Wine makes trembling cowards bold, 

Men in years forget they're old ; 
Women leave their coy difdaining, 

Who till then were my and cold s 

Makes a niggard flight his gold, 
And the foppifh. entertaining^ 

PAle faces ftand by, 
And our bright ones adore j 
We look like our wine, 
You worfe than our lcore. 

Come light up your pimples, 

, All art we outfliine ; 
When the plump god doth paia^ 
Each ftreak is divine. 

Clean glafTes are pencils, 

Old claret is oil ; 
He that fits for his pi&ure, 

Muft fit a good while. 

Eno, Plato, Ariftptle, 
All were lovers of the bottk ; 


Poets, painters, and muficians, 
Churchmen, lawyers, and phyficians, 

All admire a pretty lafs, 

All require a chearful glafs. 
L-v'ry pleafure has its feafon, 
Love and drinking are no treaibn. 

All admire, &c. 

\X7Hen gay Bacchus chears my breaft, 
y J All my cares are lull'd to reft ; 
Griefs that weep, and toils that teaze, 
What have I to do with thefe ? 
Na folicitudes can fave 
Mortals from the gloomy grave ^ 
Shall I thus mylelf deceive ? 
Shall I languifh, fliall I grieve b 
Let us quaff the gen'rous juice ;'■■ 
Bacchus gave it for our ufe, 
For when wine tranfports the breaft, 
All our cares are lull'd to reft. 

THE ordnance-board 
Such joys does afford, 
As no mortal, no mortal, no mortal v 
No mortal e'er more can defire, i 
Each member repairs 
From *the tower to the flairs, 
And by water whufh, and by water whuflv 
By water they, all go to fire; 

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Each piece that's afhore, 
They fearch from the bore ; .- . ■ 
jknd to proving, to proving, to proving, 
To proving they go in fair weather ; 
Their glaffes are large, 
And whene'er they difcharge, 
There's a boom huzza, a boom huzza, a boom huzza ? 
Guns and bumpers go off together. 

Old Vulcan for Mars 
Fitted tools for his wars, 
To enable him, enable him, enable him, 
Enable him to conquer the fairer : 
But Mars, had he been 
Upon our Woolwich green, 
fo have heard boom huzza, boom huzza, boom huzza 3 
He'd have own'd great Marlb'ro' his matter. 

WE'LL drink, and we'll never have done, boys, 
Put the glafs then around with the fun, boys j 
Let Apollo's example invite us, 
For he's drunk every night 
That makes him fo bright, 
That he's able next morning to light us, 

Drinking's a Chriftian diverfion, 
Unknown to Turk and the Perfian ; 

Let Mahometan fools 

Live by heath'nifh rules, 
And dream o'er their tea-pots and coffee ; 

While the brave Britons fing, 

And drink healths to their king, 
And a % for their fultan and fojtfiy, 
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"IXTHile the lover is thinking, 
y V With my friend I'll be drinking. 
And with vigour purfue my delight.; 

While the fool is designing 

His fatal confining, 
With Bacchus I'll fpend the whole night. 

With the god I'll be jolly, 

Without madnefs and folly ; 
Fickle woman to marry implore, 

Leave my bottle and friend, 

For fo fooliih an end ! « 

When I do, may I never drink more, 

JOlly mortals, fill your glafTes ; 
Noble deeds are done by wine ; 
Scorn the nymph, and all her graces : 
Who'd- for love or beauty pine ? 

Look upon this bowl that's flowing, 

And a thoufand charms you'll find* 
More than in Chloe when juff. going, 

In the moment to be kind. 

Alexander hated thinking ; 

Drank about at council-board ; 
He fubdu'd the world by drinking, 

More than by his conqu'ring fword, 

TF you at an office folicit a due, 

#■ And would not have matters neglected ; 

or SONGS. 6«> 

Tou muff quicken the clerk with the perquiiite too, 
To do what his duty directed. 

Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent, 

She too has the palpable failing, 
The perquifite foftens her into confent ; 

That reafon with all" is prevailing. 

SUM up all the delights this world does produce, 
The darling allurements now chiefly in ufe; 
You'll find, if compar'd, there's none can contend 

With the folid enjoyments of a bottle and friend. 

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For honour, for wealth, and beauty may waiie ; 

Thefe joys often fade, and rarely do laft. ; 

They're fo hard to attain, and fo eafily loft, 

That the pleafure ne'er anfwers the trouble and coit. 

None but wine and true friendfhip are lafting and fure. 

From jealoufy free, and from envy fecure ; 

Then fill all the glaffes until they run o'er, 

^. friend and good wine are the charms we adore. 

^HT^IS wine that clears the underlhnding, 
-*- Makes men learned without books, 

It fits the general for commanding, 
And gives foldiers fiercer looks. 

With a fa, la, la, la, 6c 

? Tis wine that gives a life to lovers, 
Heightens the beauties of the fair * 


Truth from falfehood it dncovers, 

Quickens joys, and conquers care. 
With a fa, la, la, Ja, 6c. 

Wine will fet our fpuls on fire, 
Fit us for all glorious tilings ; 

When rais'd by Bacchus we afpire 
At flights above the reach of kings. 

With a fa la, la, la, 6c. 

Bring in bonum magnums plenty, 
Be each glals a bumper croWn'd \ 

None to flinch till they be empty, 
And full fifty toafts gone rounds 

With a fa la, la, la, $£-, 

YE happy fwains, whofe hearts are free 
From love's imperial chain, 
Take warning, and be taught by me, 
T' avoid th' inehanting pain. 

Fatal the wolves to trembling flocks, 
Fierce winds to bloflbms prove ; 

To carelefs feamen, hidden rocks ; 
To human quiet; love. 

Fly the fair fex, if blifs you prize, 
The {hake's beneath the flow'r ; 

Who ever gaz'd on beauteous eyes, 
That tailed quiet more ? 

How fhort-liv'd is the lover's joy s 
How conitant is their care | 

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The Mnd with fahehood to - deftroy, 
The cruel with defpair ? 

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IF I live to grow old, as I find I go down, 
Let this be my fate, in a country and town, 
May I have a warm houfe, with a ftone at my gate, 
And a cleanly^ young girl to rub my bald pate. 


May I govern my pafliori with an* abfolute fway, 

And grow wifer and better as* my flrength wears away, 

Without gout or ftone, ; by a gentle decay. 

In a country-town, by a murmuring brooky 
With the fea at a diftance", on which I may look ; 
With a fpacious plain, without hedge or ilile, 
And an eafy pad-nag to ride out a mile. 
May I govern, 6r. . 

With Horace and Plutarch, and one or two more 
Of the belt wits that liv'd in the ages befof e ; 
With a di(h of roaft mutton, not ven'fon nor t@a3 ? 
And clean though coarie linen at ev'ry meal. 
May I govern, $fcs 

With a pudding on Sunday, and flout humming liquor,, 
And a remnant of Latin to puzzle the vicar ; 
With a hidden referve of Burgundy's wine, 
To drink the kiog's health as oft as we dine. 
May I govern, &c. 

With a courage undaunte'd may I face my laft day ^ 
And when I am dgad,. may the better fort fay, 


In the morning when fbber, in the ev'ning when mellow* 
He is gone, and han't left behind him his fellow. 
For he govern'd his paffion with an abfolute {way, 
And grew wifer and better as his ftrength wore away., 
Without gout or flone, by a gentle decay. 

AtJRELiA, now one moment loft, . 
A thoufand fighs may after coft ; 
Defires may oft return in vain, 
But youth will ne'er return again* 
The fragrant fweets which do adorn 
The glowing blufhes of the morn, 
By noon are vanifh'd all away, 
Then let's Aurelia live to-day. 

/^Ome, my faireft, learn of me, 
^-* Learn to give and take the blifs ; 
Come, my love, here's none but we, 

111 inftrucl: thee how to kifs. 
Why turn from me that dear face ? 

Why that blufh and downcaft eye ? 
Come, come, meet my fond embrace* 

And the mutual rapture try. 

Throw thy lovely twining arms 

Round my neck or round my waift 5 
And whilft I devour thy charms, 

Let me clofely be embrac'd. 
Then when foft ideas rife, 

yW your gay defires grow ftrong % 

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Let them fparlde in thine eyes, 

Let them murmur from thy tongue. 

To my breaft with rapture cling, 

Look with traniport On my face ; 
Kifs me, prefs me, every thing 

To endear the fond embrace ; 
Every tender name of love, 

In {oft whifpers let me hear, 
And let fpeaking nature prove 

Every ecftafy fmcere. 


SEE, fee ! the jolly god appears, 
His hand a mighty goblet bears ; 
With iparkling wine full charg'd it flows, 
The ibvereign cure of human woes. 
Wine gives a kind releafe from care, 
And courage to fubdue the fair ; 
Jnftructs the chearful to advance 
Harmonious in the iprightly dance. 
Hail goblet, rich with generous wines ! 
See ! round the verge a vine-branch twines* 
See ! how the mimic cluflers roll, 
As ready to refill the bowl. 
Wine keeps its happy patients free 
From every painful malady ; 
Our belt, phyfician all the )^ear ; ~ 

Thus guarded no dileafe we fear j 
No troublefome difeafe of mind, • . _ ■ 
Until another year grows kind, 
And loads again the fruitful vine, 
And brings again our health.— new -wine...- 


r | ^O Celia thus fond Damon faid, 

-*- See here a mofly carpet laid ; 

And then her hand he prefs'd, 

Free from the world's intruding eye, 

Here lurks, my dear, no bufy fpy ; 

He look'd, and figh'd the reft. 

She ftarted with a feign'd furprife, 
While pieafure fparkled in her eyes ;. 

Sure Damon does not mean — 
The fhepherd ftopt her with a kifs. 
And prefs'd her panting breaft to his ? 

My dear, we are not feen. 

Then, by a thoufand kilTes more, 
A thoufand tender oaths he fwore, 

His love fhould never end. 
She calFd on all the powers above, 
None heard her but- the god of love ; 

And he' was Damon's friend. 

2 '"IP IS liberty, dear liberty alone, 

■*■ That gives frelh beauty to the fun, 
That bids all nature look more gay, 
And lovely life with pieafure fteal away, 
And lovely, tec- 

ARise, iweet meffenger of the mom, 
With thy mild beams this ifle adorn ; 
For long as fhepherds iport and play,, 
Tis this fliali be a holyday. 

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££ach nymph be like the blufhing morn, 
That gaily lightens o'er the lawn ; 
.Each fhepherd like the fun be gay, 
And frolic out this holyday,, 

The morn appears, a rofy hue 
Peeps over yonder eaftern blue ; 
Come let us dance in trim array, 
And grateful keep this holyday. 

Come all ye honeft Britifh fouls, 
Let love and honour crown your bowls ; 
Rejoice, rejoice, and {port and play, 
This fource of many a holyday. 

THus maidens belie their defires, 
Yet languish for what they refufe ; 
And though their breads glow with love's fires, 
Seem cold to the joys they would chufe. 

The tongue and the heart are two factions 

We fcarce reconcile till made brides ; 
Like flatefmen, our fpeeehes and actions 

Have commonly contrary fides. 

CElia, too late you would repent : 
The offering all your flore, 
3s now but like a pardon lent 
To one that's dead before. 

While at the firft you cruel prov'd ; 
Now grant the bills too late 3 
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You hinder'd me of one I lov'd, 
To give me one I hate. 

I thought you innocent as fair, 

When firft my court I made, 
But when your falfehoods plain appear, 

My love no longer ftaid. 

Your bounty of thefe favours mown, 

Whofe worth you firfl deface, 
Is melting valu'd medals down, 

And giving us the brafs. 

O ! fince the thing we beg's a toy, 

That's priz'd by love alone, 
Why cannot women grant the joy, 

Before our love is gone ? 

FAir ones, while your beauty's blooming, 
Ufe your time, left age refuming 
What your youth profufely lends, 
You're depriv'd of all your glories, 
And condemn'd to tell old ftories 
To your unbelieving friends, 


/^Alms appear when florms are paft, 
>^ Love will have his hour at laft ; 
Nature is my kindly care, 
Mars deftroys, and I repair. 

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Take me, take me while you may, 
Venus comes not every day. 
Take me, <bc. 

YES, all the world will fure agree, 
He who's fecur'd of having thee^ 
Will be entirely bleft ; 
But 'twere in me too great a wrong, 
To make one, who has been fo long 
My queen, my Have at laft. 

Nor ought thefe things to be conhVd, 
That were for public good defign'd : 

Could we, in foolifti pride, 
Make the fun always with us Hay, 
T would burn our corn and grafs away. 

And ftarve the world befide, 

Let not the thoughts of parting fright 
Two fouls which paifion does unite j 

For while our love does laft, 
Neither will irrive to go away, 
And why the devil fhould we ftay, 

When once that love is pail ? 

ON his face the vernal rofe, 
Blended with the lily, glows ; 
Kis locks are as the raven's black, 
la ringlets v/aving down his back ; 
His eyes with milder beauties beam, 
■Thm billing doves befide the ilream : 


His youthful cheeks are beds of flow'rs, 
Enripen'd by refrefhing fhow'rs ; 
His lips are of the rofe's hue, 
Dropping with fragrant dew ; 
Tall as the cedar he appears, 
And as erect his form he bears. 

WHen, lovely Phillis, thou art kind, 
Nought but raptures fill my mind ; 
5 Tis then I think thee fo divine, 
T' excel the mighty power of wine : 
But when thou infult'ft, and laugh'ft at my pain, 
I wafh thee away with fparkling champaign ; 
Bo bravely contemn both the boy and his mother. 
And drive out one god by the power of another. 

When pity in thy looks I fee, 

I freely quit my friends for thee ; 

Perfiiafive love fo charms me then, 

My freedom I'd not wifh again : 

But when thou art cruel, and heed'it not my care, 

Then flraight with a bumper I banifh defpair j 

So bravely contemn both the boy and his mother, 

Apd drive out one god by the power of another. 

Ere, my Chloe, charming maid ! 
Here, beneath the genial made, 
Shielded from each ruder wind, 
J-ovely Chloe, lie reclin'd ! 

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Lo, for thee the balmy breeze 
Gently fans the waving trees ! 
Streams that whifper through the grove,- 
Whifper low the voice of love. 
Sweetly bubbling wanton fport, 
Where perfuafion holds her court; 
Ye who pafs th' enamell'd grove, 
Through the ruffling (hade who rove, 
Sure my blifs your bread mult fire ! 
Caii you fee, and not admire . ? 

UNderneath this myrtle fhade, 
On flow'ry beds fupineiy laid ; 
With od'rous oils my head o'erflowing. 
And around it rofes growing ; 
What mould I do, but drink away 
The heat and troubles of the day $ 
In this more than kingly ftate, 
Love himfelf (hall on me wait. 
Fill to me, love, nay, fill it up, 
And, mingled, caft into the cup 
Wit and mirth, and noble fires', 
Vigorous health and gay defires. 
The wheel of life no lefs will iky,' 
In a finooth than rugged way ; 
Since it equally doth flee, 
Let the motion pleafant be. 
Why do we precious ointments fhow'r ? 
Noble wines why do we pour ? 
Beauteous flowers why do we fpread: 
Upon the moo' meats of the dead ? 


Nothing they but duft can mow, 
Or bones that haflen to be To. 
Crown me with rofes whilft Hive, £ 
Now your wines and ointments give : 
After death I nothing crave, 
Let me alive my pleamres have ; 
All are ftoics in the grave. 

LET fdldiers fight for pay or praife, 
And money be the mifers wifh. 
Poor fcholars ftudy all their days,. 

And gluttons glory in their dim : 
5 Tis wine, pure wine, revives fad fouls, 
Therefore fill us the chearing bowls. 

Let minions maffhal every hair, 

And in a lover's lock delight, 
And artificial colours wear, 

Pure wine is native red and white* 
'Tis wine, 6r. 

The backward fpirit it makes brave, 

That lively which before was dull, 
Opens the heart that loves to fave, 

And kindnefs flows from cups brim fulL 
'Tis wine, 6r. 

Some men want youth, and others health,; 

Some want a wife, and fome a punk \ 
Some men want wit, and others wealth ; 

But they want nothing that are drunk. 

'Tis. wine, &c. . • 

ofSONGS: 8 i 

TWO gods of great honour, Bacchus and Apollo, 
The one fam'd in mufic, the other in wine, 
In heaven were raving, difputing, and braving, 

Whofe theme was the nobleft, and trade moil divine, 

Your mufic, fays Bacchus, would ftun us and rack us, 
Did claret not foften the difcord you make ; 

Songs are not inviting, nor verfes delighting, 
Till poets of my great influence partake. 

I'm young, plump, and jolly, free from melancholy, 
Who ever grew fat by the found of a fixing ? 

Jlogues doom'd to a gibbet, c T 6 often contribute 
To purchafe a bottle before they do fwing. 

In love I am noted, by old and young courted; 

A girl, when infpir'd by me, is foon won ; 
So great are the motions of one of my potions, 

The mufes, though maids, I could whore ev'ry one. 

When mortals are fretted, perplex'd, or indebted, 
To me, as a father, for fuccour they cry ; 

In their fad condition, I hear their petition ; 
A botde relieves the opprefs'd votary. 

Then leave off your tooting, your fidling and fluting, 
Afide lay your harp, and bow down to the flafk ; 

My joys they are riper than fongs from a piper, 
What miific is fweeter than founding a cafk ? 

Says Phcebus, This fellow, is drunk fure, or mellow, 
To prize mufic lefs than wine and October, 

Since thofe who love drinking are void of all thinking, 
And want £o much fenfe as to keep themfelves fobex> 

Thus while they were wrangling, difputing, and jangling, 
Came buxom bright Venus to end the difpute : 


Says (he, Now to eafe ye, Mars beft of all pleas'd me, 
When arm'd with a bottle and charm'd with a flute. 

Your mufic has charm'd me, your wine has alarm'd me, 
When I have feem'id' coy and hard to be won ; 

When* both have been moving, I could not help loving, 
And wine has completed what mufic begun. 

The gods, ftruck With wonder, declar'd by Jove's 

They'd mutually join in fupplying love's flame ; 
So each in their function, mov'd on in conjunction, 

To melt with foft pleafure the amorous dame. 

"IXTHat Cato advifes moil certainly wife is, 

» * Not always to labour, but fometimes to play ; 
To mingle fweet pleafure with fearch„after treafure, ' 
Indulging at night for the toils of the day. 

And while the dull mifer efteems himfelf wiier, 
His bags to increafe, he his health makes decay ; 

Our fouls we enlighten, our fancies we brighten, 
And pafs the long evenings in pleafure away. 

All chearful and hearty, we fet afide party, 

With fome tender fair each bright bumper is croWn'd ; 

Thus Bacchus invites us, 'thus Venus delights us, 
While care in an ocean of claret is drown'd. 

See,, here's our phyfician, we know no ambition," 

For where there's good wine and good company found, 

Thus happy together, in fpite of all weather, 

*Tis funfhine and fummcr with us the year round. 

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Prithee, fill me a glafs, 
Till it laughs in my face, 
With ale that is potent and mellow 5 
He that whines for a lafs, 
Is an ignorant afs, 
for a bumper has not its fellow, 

NAY, Lelbia, never afk me this, 
How many kifTes will fuffice ? 
Faith, 'tis a question hard to tell, 
Exceeding hard ; for you as well 
May afk what fums of gold fuffice 
The greedy mifer's boundlefs wifh 1 
Think what drops the ocean ftore, 
With all the fands that make its more \ 
Think what fpangles deck the fkies, 
When heaven looks with all its eyes 1 
Or think how many atoms came 
-To compofe this mighty frame : 
Let all thefe the counters be, 
To tell how oft I'm kifs'd by thee : 
Till no malicious fpy can guefs 
To what vaft height the fcores arife $ 
Till weak arithmetic grow fcant, 
And numbers for the reck'ning want 5 
All thefe will hardly be enough 
For me flark flaring mad with love. 


S late of ilow'rets frefh and fair, 
I wove a chaplet for my hair s 
L 2 


Beneath a rofe, gay fummer's pride, 
The wanton god of love I fpy'd ; 
I feiz'd him, refolute of foul, 
And plung'd him in my flowing bowl, 
Refolv'd to have a draught divine, 
And fairly fwallow'd him in wine : 
E'er fince his fluttering wings impart 
Strange titillations to my heart. 


JUlia, young wanton, flung the gather 'd mow, 
Nor fear'd I burning from the wat'ry blow : 
*Tis cold, I cry'd, but ah 1 too foon I found, 
Sent by that hand, it dealt a fcorching wound. 

Refiftlefs fair ! we fly thy power in vain, 
Who turn'ft to fiery darts the frozen rain; 
Burn, Julia, burn like me, and that defire, 
With water which thou kxndleft, quench with fire;. 

OBserve the rofe-bud ere it blows, 
While the dawn glimmers o'er the &y I 
Obferve its fllken leaves unfold, 
As fond of day's majeflic eye ! 

At noon, more bold, in fullefl: bloom. 
It fpreads a gale of fvveets around ; 

At eve it mourns the fetting fun, 

And fheds its honour on the ground. 

So beauty's baihful bud appears, 
So blufhes in the eye of praife: 

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|>o ripens in the noon of life, 
And wither'd fo in age decays. 

Time is the canker-worm of youth, 

It bites the bloflbm as it grows, 
It blafts the flow'r that blooms at full. 

And rudely iheds the falling rofe. 

See, beauty, fee ! how love and joy 

On youth's light pinions hafte away; 
How fwift the moments glide along, 

And age advances with delay ! 

Now, beauty, crop the rofe-bud now^ 

And catch the efTence as it flies ; 
Let pleafure revel in its bloom, 

Let time pqlTefs it when it dies, 

FOR fhame, leave off thy amorous trade, 
Nor ftrive to prove a fecond maid ; 
Not patch, nor paint, nor all your arts 
Can captivate the youngfters hearts ; 
Then why d'ye ligh, or wifh it dark, 
Frequent the playhoufe and the park ; 
Or with your wither'd cheeks appear 
Among fo many moons a ftar . ? 
When, Chloris, after all you'll be 
An old coquet of threefcore- three. 
Phillis indeed may take the air, 
Or to St James's fhades repair ; 
|n her the blooming graces mine* 
And ev'ry blufh appears divine $ 


Venus herfelf attends unfeen, 
Whene'er fhe trips it o'er the green. 
Such fports to youthful nymphs belong, 
And all the junior choir become ; 
But ah ! old mother, fie on thee. 
Thou wither'd wretch of iixty-three ! 
To Phillis all thefe fports refign, 
The mall, the park, the blufhing wine. 
Take warning now, and aim no higher, 
Go feek a rug and court the fire, 
And cait afide the amorous lyre. 


HE's equal to the gods in bills, 
Or taftes fuperior happinefs, 
"Who may pleafant with you fit, 
View your beauties, hear your wit, 

And fee you fweetly fmile : 
'Tis tranfport ! ecftafy ! my heart 
Beats, and ftruggles to depart; 
In vain the falt'ring accents rife* 
My breath evaporates in fighs, 

I'm fpeechlefs all the while, 
A gentle heat moots through my vein?, 
And thrilling kindles pleailng pains ; 
The dancing objects dhappear, 
And undiftinguifli'd founds I hear, 

My fluttering fpirits fly ; 
In chilling fweats my fenfes fwim, 
Soft trembling feizes every limb ; 
I'm paler than the wither'd grafs, 
I'm breathlefs, motionlefs, alasJ 

I fieken, and I die [ 

of SONG S. 87 

HAiLj Indian plant, to ancient times unknown, 
A modern truly thou, and all our own. 
If through the tube thy virtues be convey'd, 
Thou th'old man's folace art, the ftudent's aid 5 
Thou dear concomitant of .nappy ale ; 
Thou fweet prolonger of a harmlefs talc : 
And if, when pulveriz'd in fmart rapee, 
Thou reach'fl Sir Fopling'.s brain, — if brain there be 5 
He mines in dedications, poems, plays, 
Soars in pindarics, and aflerts the bays. 
Thus doft thou ev'ry tafte and fancy hit ; 
In fmoke thou'rt wifdom, and in fnufF thou'rt wit* 

OUR hearts at fifty, Cadia fUll alarms ; 
Blooming till thirty, me at fifty charms : 
While of the famous toafts a youngeF train 
Have rofe to empire, and have fet again. 

The oak thus through an age in pomp appears, 
And boafts its glories at an hundred years: 
While the gay gaudy flowers of a day, 
Quickly Ipring up, and quickly fade away. 

\X 7 Hat tortures ftrange does Caelia make me prove ? 

* ' Nor happy, nor unhappy in my love ; 
When fhe is willing, then I fhun the joy j 
When I am willing, Caelia is as coy : 
Both are in love; — who then could happier be ? — 
But juft when I love her, fhe loves not me : 
When with a glowing heat my heart's pofTeft, 
An icy froft has chill'd my Cselia's breafl : 


And when in mine there does a coidnefs reign, 
My varying Cadia's revives again. 
Why does my fummer Cselia's winter prove ? 
Why rifes love from fcorn, and icorn from love i 
Ah 1 Cupid, end this jeft, my riddling boy, 
Make me lefs am'rous, or make her left coy : 
Burn or freeze both, that both our breads may hold 
A mutual fire, or elfe a mutual cold. 

ON purple tapeftry, briik and gay 
With wine, at night I fleeping lay, 
9 Midft virgins, fporting on the plain 
A fwift long courfe I feem'd to ftrain. 
Some boys more fwift than Bacchus near/ 
Envying my paftime with the fair, 
In laughter loud, and bitter jeft, 
The malice of their hearts expreft. 
The girls I ftrove to kifs, but they, 
With fleep, fled from me all away ? 
Thus left alone, and fad, I fain 
Would clofe my eyes to lleep again. 

GYges* grandeur, Sardian king, 
Care to me can never bring. 
Ne'er in gold's bright fetters bound, 
Can I envy tyrants crown'd. 
With rich oils my beard and hair 
To perfume, is my chief care : 

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My chief care with rofes twin'd 
•Is my fragrant brows to bind. 
All my care, this inftant now 
Claims : to-morrow who can know ? 
Whilft the fky's ferene and gay, 
Drink, then drink, I fay, and play^ 
Due libations, this bright hour, 
Sacred to Lyseus pour ; 
Ere Difeale with fudden pain 
Cry, Thou ne'er muft drink again. 

AT the iign of the fun, 
As fure as a gun, 
You'll find us infpired with port ; 

Without children or wives, 

To ruffle our lives, 
And free from dependence at court* 

Thus, by freedom and wine, 

Like funs we all mine ; 
And when you mail our footfleps have -trod, 

With each gen'rous foul, 

Your fame we'll enroll, 
And adopt you the fon of our god. 

EAch fleeting minute Sylvia tries 
Some curious delicate difguife. 
Now (lie bills like any dove, 
And cooes, and cooes, and .cooes out love 
Frowns fucceed — me bids her {wain 
d\ T ever think fiie'll love again, 


Now file's coy, and now fhe's free ; 
Now {he will, and won't agree: 
Now {he's vex'd, — and now fhe's pleas'd ; 
Now fhe won't, — * yet will be teas'd. 
A conftant flave for fbmething new, 
To plague herfelf as well as you. 
Sylvia, then, — to eafe your care, 
Try for once to be fincere. 
Believe, — however hard the talk, 
Your fex can't wear a jurer mafk. 

\T7 HY ihould a heart fo tender break 3 

■ O Myra ! give its anguifh eafe : 

The ufe of beauty you miff ake, 

Not meant to vex, but pleafe. 
Thole lips for finilmg were defign'd, 

That bofom to be preft, 
Your eyes to languiih and look kind ? 

For am'rous arms your wafte. 
Tiach thing has its appointed right 

Ellablifh'd by the powers above ; 
The fun and flars give warmth and light, 

The fair distribute love. 

FIll, fill, fweet girls, the foaming bowl, 
And let me gratify my foul : 
I faint with thirft, — the heat of day 
Has drunk my very life away. 
O ! lead me to yon cooling bowers, 
And give me frefher wreaths of flowers 5 

o f S O N G S. • 9 1. 

For thofe that now my temples made, 
Scorch'd by my burning forehead, fade ; 
But, O my heart ! what can remove, 
What wines, what fhades, this heat of love I 
Thefe are all vain, alas ! I find ; 
Love is the fever of the mind. 

IMpatient with defire, at laft, 
I ventur'd to lay form afide : 
? Twas I was modeft, not (he chafte ; 
Celia fo gently prefs'd comply'd 

With idle awe, an am'rous fool, 

I gaz'd upon her eyes with fear ; 
Say, love, how came your Have fo dull 

To read no better there . ? 

Tnus to ourfelves the greateft foes, 

Although the nymph be well inclin'd, 
For want of courage to propofe, 

By our own folly (lie's unkind. 

LOve is begot by fancy, bred 
By ignorance, by expectation fed $ 
Deftroy'd by knowledge, and at bed 
Loll: in the moment 'tis pofleft. 

M % 


THE praife of Bacchus, then, the fweet muficiaf*'- 
fung ; 
Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : 
The jolly god in triumph comes, 
Sound the trumpets, beat- the drums ; 
Flufh'd with a purple grace, 
He mews his honeft face. 
Now give the hautboys breath, he comes, he comes; 
Bacchus, ever fair and and young, 
Drinking joys did firft ordain : 
Bacchus' bleffings are a treafure, 
Drinking is the foldier's pleafure : 
Rich the treafure, 
Sweet the pleafure : 
Sweet isr the pleafure after pain. 
Chorus. Bacchus bleffings, 6c. 

SWeet, O ( fweet, 
To gratify the paffion, 
When led by inclination 
A fond defiring maid to greet ; 

Whofe bright eyes 
With ecftafy do languifh, 
Whofe breaits mew pleafmg anguiflr, 
And air, a foft furprife, 

What's fo fweet, 
So full of rapt'rous pleafure, 1 

Tranfported above meafure, I 

To clafp my only treafure, J 

When by confent we meet? 

of SONGS. 

/"^Larissa's charms poor Strephon ftruck ; 
V^ He fain would have been billing : 
But yet the fair the lad forfook, 
To mow her power of killing, 

Forth from her eyes fuch beauties fhrf, 

They mortal man confounded : 
The youths were whipp'd quite through the heart, 

Ere they knew they were wounded. 

But when old Time, with fcythe fo (harp, 

Had crofs the forehead flruck her. 
And ev'ry charm began to warp, 

The ftripiings all forfook her, 

Oh ! then the hag began to curfe, 

Her time me pafs'd no better ; 
Yet frill before that bad grew worfe, 

She hop'd fome youth- would take her^ 

But hopes are vain when beauty's gone ; 

No lovers now affail her ; 
We never into prifon run, 

But when we like the jailor. 

Then, cruel fair ones, think how foon 

You'll this fad cafe remember ; 
The bedfellow you hate in June, 

"Would warm you in December- 


Hen tuneful Damon breath'd the flute. 
How ev'ry heart did beat ! 


The waters hufh'd, the birds were mute, 
Nor could th' unequal {trains dilpute, 
The mufic was lb fweet. 

The lift'ning virgins flock'd around, 

Whilft the inchanter piay'd, 
They blufh'd, and trembled at the foundj 
Whilli: ev'ry tender finger crown'd 

Him monarch of the made. 

The lovely victor fouling lay, 

His triumph to furvey ; 
He threw his brcathlefs pipe afide, 
And his more grateful lips employ'd, 

To pleafe a better way. 

\ T 7Hen a comet prefumes 
* * To fweep heaven's rooms, 
With a tail as long as a befbm ; 

Ailrologerfi mew, 

And mortals all know, 
Some ftrange thing will vex or elle pleale 'em. 

But fear not, my friends, 

What this comet portends ; 
For if any wonders befal, 

They will be for the belt, 

It mult be confeft, 
Or no wonders can happen at all. 


Hen I drain th' oblivious bowl, 
Pleafures wing my raptur'd foul, 

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My tongue, which love and wine infpire, 

By turns relieves the filver lyre. 

When Bacchus fires me with delight, 

Grief fliakes -her fable wings for flight ; 

And wrinkling cares then wing their way 

To winds that tempeft all the fea. 

Be it fair abroad, or foul, 

All is fair within my foul. 

When I fwill the rofy fhow'r, 

Life exerts her ev'ry pow'r. 

Bacchus, full of mirthful play, 

Ever fmiling, ever gay, 

His round, plump, chearful face does flume, 

Rofy bright with rofy wine. 

To the blifsful bow'r 1 fly, 

With .the fair ;to crown my joy. 

When the neclar ftreams I tafte, 

With rofy wreaths my temples grac'd, 

Smiling, gay, my foul ferene, 

Of life I ling the various fcene. 

When in wine I drown my woes,. 

Balmy fragrance round me Hows ; 

While to my breaft the fair does cling, 

Of beauty, and of love I fing, 

When the wreath'd rofy bowl I drain, 
Fleafures dart through ev'ry vein ; 
My free foul at large expands, 
In dance I join the choral bands. 


Neasy we to feel the dart ! 
Uneafy not to feel the fmayt ! 


Uneafy moft to feel the pain 
Of love, when not belov'd again ! 
Love, birth and empty honour fcorns ; 
Love, beauty, wit, and fcience fpurns ; < 
-Tis gold alone the fair one warms ; 
Tis gold alone the fancy charms ; 
'Tis gold that all their graces fhare ; 
'Tis gold engrofTes all the fair. 
All plagues in one, oh ! may he prove ! 
Defpairing, figh his lafl in love ; 
Burn on, unpitied, to the end, 
With none his paffion to befriend, 
Who firft made gold the curfed pledge 
In love, to {under hearts the wedge. 
Gold ! that feeds of ftrife does fbw, 
Which 'mong friends and kindred grow ;-. 
Gold ! that caufes endlefs jars ; 
Gold ! that fires immortal wars ; 
Gold ! that deforms th' embattl'd plain 
"With leas of blood, and hills of flain ; 
And (what's more fatal to behold) 
Victims we lovers fall to gold ! 

Ere's to thee, my Damon, let's drink and be merry, 
And drown all our cares in full bumpers of 
merry ; 
Commit ev'ry care to the guardians above, 
And we'll live like immortals in pleafure and love. 
Here's Philiis's health, lo ! the liquor flows higher ; 
*Tis Pfiiilis's name that awakens the fire : 
Since the liquor is clear, let our eloquence fhine, 
And fegcy be brifc, aj the fparkling wine. 

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Ye nymphs, and ye graces, ye Cupids, ye fwaihs, 
Go pluck the fweet rofes, the pride of the plains ; 
Muck only fuch rofes are worthy the fair, 
And weave her a chaplet with diligent care : 
While to yon cool poplar's kind made we retire, 
To melt in embraces and mingle our fire; 
In languifhing bliffes, we'll live, and we'll die. 
She'll melt in the flames that I catch at her eye. 

SAY, good mailer Bacchus, aftride on your butt, 
Since our champaign's all gone, and our claret's 
run out, 
Which of all the brilk Wines in your empire that grow, 
Will ferve to delight your poor drunkards below ? 
Refblve us, grave Sir, and foon fend it over, 
Left we die of the fin of being too fober. 


THE wealth of Gyges I defp'ife, 
Gems have no charms to tempt the wife j 
Riches I leave, and fuch vain things, 
To the low aim and pride of kings. 
Let my bright hair with unguents flow, 
With rofy garlands crown my brow : 
This fun mail roll in joy away ; 
To-morrow is a dhlant day. 
Then while the hour ferenely mines, 
Tofs the gay dye, and quaff thy wines 5 
But ever, in the genial hour, 
To Bacchus the' libation pour, 


Left death in wrath approach, and cry, 
Man, — tafte no more the cup of joy. 

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THE mountain of the Delphian god, 
You fee, is wrapped in fheets of fhow ; 
The trees fuftaining icarce their load, 
Their hoary heads dejected bow ; 
Aad glew'd with ice unto the fhore, 
The active ftreams can roll no more. 

With roufing fires the cold deftroy,, 

And fet about the flowing bowl ; 
Bleed ev'ry grape to give us joy, 

To cherifh and exalt the foul. 
Hereafter to the gods refign ; 
Be theirs die care, enjoyment thine* 

To them this earth, their foot-ball, leave,. 

To kick and tumble as they pleafe y 
From them the ftorms permiffion have, 

To box about the roaring, feas ; 
Yet ftill fiibjected to their will, 
If they but nod, are hufh and ftilL 

To-morrow and its cares defpile, 

The prefent moment is thy own jj 
Then fnatch it quickly ere it flies, 

And fcore it up as clearly won - r 
Norfcruple to indulge the fire 
Of youthful love, and gay defire. 

Old age will quickly pall the tafte,, 
Aad blunt the edge of fprighdy joys.. 

of SONGS, jpf 

With dozing fadnefs fill the breaft, 
And give no relifh but for toys. 
Youth is alone the time can prove 
Delights of exercife, or Jove: 

The gentle talk, the loft embrace, 

In fome retir'd and dufky made; 
The feigning hidden maid to trace, 

By her own treach'rous laugh betray'd j 
Be thefe thy care, thy bufmefs itill ; 
Such pleafures youth alone can feel. 

And when, with ftruggling in your arms, 

The leering, little, roguifh thing 
Js rous'd, and flujhing all with charms, 

Secure her hand, and match her ring % 
Then all her frowns are but a blind, 
s Tis pledge enough me will be kind. 

ACurfe attends that woman's love> 
Who always would be pleafing ; 
The pertnefs of the billing dove, 

Like tickling, is but teafing. 
What then in love can woman do ? 
If we grow fond, they fhun us, 
And when we fly them, they purfue, 
But leave us when they've won us. 



Ome to my arms, my treafure, 
Thou fpring of .all my- joy, 
N * 


Without thy aid all pleafure 

Muff languifh, fade, and die, 
In vain is all refinance, 
When arm'd with thy affiflanee, 

What fair one can deny ? 
Then fill around the glaffes, 

And thus we'll drink and chant, 
May all the dear, kind lafTes 

Have all they wim or want. 

TX70man, nature's greateft beauty, 
* * Was alone defign'd for man ; 
It therefore is each mortal's duty, 
To enjoy it whilft he can. 
No more denying, 
Be complying, 
Joys are nigh you, 
Youth will fly you, 
For our life is but a Ipan. 
For, <bc, 

Alk old mortals part the pleafure, 
If they would be young again, 
They'd give their golden heaps of treafure* 
But they muft defire in vain. 
Always whining, 
Ever pining, 
Always fighing, 
Ever crying, 
Oh ! that I were young again. 
Oh! &c. 


Yield then quickly, charmer, eafe rne 
Whilft thy beauty's in its prime ; 
The joys I'm fure I know will pleaie thee, 
And no more be call'd a crime. 
Melting blifles, 
Dying khTes, 
Hearts inviting, 
Souls uniting, 
All excites the happy time. 
All, 6c. 

? r T^IS woman that feduces all mankind ; 

JL By her we firft were taught the wheedling arts 9 
Her very eyes can cheat ; when mofl ihe's kind, 

She tricks us of our money with our hearts. 
For her, like wolves by night, we roam for prey, 

And practife every fraud to bribe her charms, 
For fuits of love, like law, are won by pay, 

And beauty muft be fee'd into our arms. 

THE doclor is fee'd for a dangerous draught, 
Which cures half a dozen, and kills half a fcore ; 
Of all the beft drugs the difpenfaries taught, 

'Twere well could each cure one difeafe, and no more : 
But here's the juice 
Of lbvereign ufe, 
'Twill cure your diftempers whatever they be, 
In body or fpirit, 
Where-ever you bear it ; 
Take of this a large dofe, and it foon fets you free. 

v, ^ 


By cunning directors if trick'd of your pelf, 

Your lofTes a dofe of good claret can heal ; 
Or if you have been a director yourfelf, 

'Twill teach you no lofs of your honour to feel, 

Stocks fall or rife, 

Tell truth or lies, 
Your fame and your fortune here remedy find; 

If Sylvia be cruel, 

Take this water-gruel, 
J Twill foon cure the fever that burns up your mind, 

"En us, queen of fmiles and love, 
Quit, O, quit the fkies above ! 
To my lowly roof defcend, 
At the mirthful feaft attend ; " 
Hand the golden goblet round, 
With delicious nectar crown ? d : 
None but joyous friends you'll fee. 
Friends of Venus and of me, 

\X7Henever, Chloe, I begin 

' * Your heart, likfc mine to move 5 
You tell me of the crying fin 
Of unchaite lawlefs love. 

How can that paffion he a -fin, 
Which gave to Chloe birth ? 

How can thofe joys but be divine, 
Which make a heav'n on earth I 

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To wed, mankind the priefts trepann'd, 

By fome fly fallacy, 
And difobey'd God's great command, 

Increafe and multiply. 

You fay, that love's a crime, content ; 

Yet this allow you muft, 
More joy's in heaven when one repents, 

Than over ninety juft. 

Sin then, dear girl, for heav'n's fake, 

Repent, and be forgiv'n ; 
Blefs me, and by repentance make 

A holyday in heav'n. 

JOlly fouls, that are gen'rous and free, 
And true vot'ries to Bacchus will be, 
To great Bacchus' fhrine let's repair, 
And a bottle or two offer there. 

Chor us. 

Exempt from excife, our joys higher rife* 

Still drinking, ne'er thinking of what is to j>ay 5 

Our bottle at night gives joy and delight, 

And drowns all the droufy fatigues of the day. 

Let the griping old ufurer pine, 
Let the lover call Phillis divine, 
Let each man what he fancies command, 
My delight's in my bottle and friend. 
Exempt from, <bc. 

O what joy from the bottle there Springs I 
It can make us greater than kings ; 


If our fpirits by grief are opprefr, 
Wine alone can procure us fome reft* 
Exempt from, <&r. 

Great influence has wine over love, 
And the coy can make kinder to prove ; 
Though the nymph very flighting denies, 
It difcovers the truth in her eyes. 
Exempt from, &c. 

It can make us all heroes in brief, 
And the wretched forget all his grief 5 
It inspires the gallant and br^e, 
And freedom can give to the flave* 


Exempt from excife, our joys higher rife, 

Still drinking, ne'er thinking of what is to pay ; 

Our botde at night gives us joy and delight, 
And drowns all the droufy fatigues of the day. 

IT is not, Celia, in our power, 
To fay how long our love Will laft j 
It may be we within this hour 

May lofe the joys we now do tafte : 
The bleifed, that .immortal be, 
From change in love are only free. 

Then fmce we mortal lovers are, 

Aflc not how long our love will lafi ; 

But while it does, let us take care 
Each minute be with pleafure pall s 

of SONG S. ion 

Were it not madnefs to deny 

To live, becaufe we're furc to die ? 

Fear not though love and beauty fail, 
My reafbn mall my heart direct ; 

Your kindnefe now mall then prevail, 
And paffion turn into refpect : 

Celia, at worit, you'll in the end 

But change a lover for a friend. 



Belinda's blefs'd with ev'ry grace; 
See beauty triumphs in her face : 
Her charms fuch lively rays diiplay, 
They kindle darknefs into day. 
When flie appears, all forrow flies, 
And gladnefs fparkles in our eyes : 
Around her wait the fluttering loves, 
When graceful in the dance fhe moves. 

THE foldier difbanded, and fbrc'd for to beg, 
May talk of his wars and his fnff'rings fo hard j 
Sut tho' feam'd o'er with fears, and with never a leg, 
His wants we neglect, nor his courage regard ; 
And the lais that is poor, 
Is lent for a whore, 
With *hemp and with hammer to make her complaint ? 
But if you have money, 
All honours are done ye, 
A coward's a hero, a whore is a faint. 


THus I ftand like a Turk with his doxies all round, 
From all fides their glances his paffion confound ; 
For black, brown, and fair his inconftancy burns, 
And different beauties fubdue him by turns ; 
Each calls forth her charms to provoke his defires, 
Though willing to all, but with one he retires : 
Then think of this maxim, and put off all forrow, 
The wretched to-day may be happy to-morrow. 

OLD Adam, it is true, 
No care in Eden knew, 
Yet his fons live more gay and airy ; 
For he tippled water, 
While we, who come after, 
Prink claret and rofy Canary. 

Then let each take his glafs, 

And drink to his lafs, 
But ne'er be a flave unto either ; 

For they are only wile, 

Who both equally prize, 
And join Bacchus and Venus together. 

Whenever thus they meet, 

Ail our joys are complete, 
And our jollity ne'er can expire ; 

They our faculties warm, 

And us mutually charm, 
While each from the other takes fire. 



O fcornful beauty e'er mall boafr, 
She makes me love in vain ; 

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That man's a fool, when once he's croft. 

If e'er he loves again. 
To pine, or whine, I never can, 

Nor tell her I mull die ; 
'Tis fomething fo beneath a man, 

I cannot, no, not I. 

Though, Phillis, you have charms enow 

To conquer where you pleafe, 
You care not if my heart you bow 

To fuch like loves as thefe. 
But if to me fome hopes you'll give. 

That happy I lhall be, 
I'll love my Phillis whilft I live, 

And think of none but fheu 

WOman's like the flatt'ring ocean, 
Who her pathlefs ways can find ? 
Ev'ry blall directs her motion, 

Now me's angry, now fhe's kind. 
What a fool's the vent'rous lover, 

Whirl* d and tois'd by every wind ? 
Can the barque the port recover, 
When the filly pilot's blind ? 

TEll me not Celia once did blefs 
Another mortal's arms ; , 
That cannot make my paffion lels, 
Kor mitigate her charms. 
O a 


Shall I refnfe to quench my third, 

Depending life to fave, 
Becaufe fome droughty fhepherd firil 

Has kifs'd the fmiling wave. 

No, no ; methinks 'tis wondrous great ? 

And fuits a noble blood, 
To have in love, as well as ftate, 

A tafter to our food. 

HO, to Win a woman's favour, 
Would folicit long in vain ? 
Who, to gain a moment's pleafure, 
Would endure an age of pain ? 
Idly toying, 
Ne'er enjoying, 
Pleas 'd with filing, 
Fond of ruin, 
Made the martyr of dildain. 

Give me love, the beauteous rover, 
Whom a gen'ral pa/lion warms, 
Fondly blefling ev'ry lover, 

Frankly profT'ring all her charms* 
Never flying, 
Still complying, 
Fond to pleafe you. 
Glad to eafe you, 
Circled in her fnowy 2ri 

THE hounds are all out, and the morning does peep, 
Why how now you flnggardly fot ? 

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How can yon, how can you lie fnoring afleep, 
While we all on horfeback have got ?. 

Brave boys, while we all on horfeback, &c. 

I cannot get up, for the over-night's cup 

So terribly lies in my head ; 
Befide, my wife cries, My dear, do not rile, 

But cuddle me longer a-beda 

Dear boy, but cuddle, <bc. 

Come on with your boots, and faddle your mare, 

Nor tire us with longer delay ; 
The cry of the hounds, and the fight of the hare, 

Will chafe all our vapours away. 
Brave boys, will chafe, <&c. 

GIve me Homer's tuneful lyre* 
Let the found my bread infpire ! 
But with no troublefome delight 
Of arms, and heroes llain in fight : 
Let it play no conquefts here, 
Or conquefts only o'er the fair ! 
Boy, reach that volume, — book divine I 
The ftatutes of the god of wine ! 
He, legiilator, ftatutes draws, 
And I, his judge, enforce his laws ; 
And faithful to the weighty truft, 
Compel his vot'ries to be juft : 
Thus round the bowl impartial Hies, 
Till to the fprightly dance we rife ; 
We friik it with a lively bound, 
Charm'd with the lyre's harmonious found: 

no ' A COL L E C TIOM 

Then pour forth, with an heat divine, 
Rapturous fongs that breathe of wine. 



TF the glafTes are empty, 

-*- Fill again, my foul's a-dry ; v 

Sure fuch wine as this will tempt ye, 

To caroufe in fympathy. 
Thirfly fouls, like plants expiring, 
Moiflure ever are defiring j 
Thus careiling 
Nature's blclling, 
We'll the fober world defy. 

See the bottle, how its beauty 
Smiles in every ruby face ; 
"We to Bacchus owe a duty, 

Drink, brave heroes, drink apace. 
Could the globe be filTd with claret, 
Souls like mine would never Ipare it % 
Ever drinking, 
Void of thinking, 
We'd the happy hours embrace. 

CElia, thou faireft of the fair, 
Thofe eyes fuch pointed arrows bear, 
To dart defiance round ; 
Thus to go arm'd in you is vain, 
Whofe very frown, or cold difdain, 
Can kill without a wound. 

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Then be not, Celia, thus difgrac'd, 
Let fwords on fitter limbs be plac'd ; 

From fuch rough acts defift : 
Unarmed you can conquer more, 
Nor can great Mars, with all his pow'r, 

Your naked force refill:. 

THus well drown all melancholy 
In a glafs of gen'rous >wine ; 
Let dull fools indulge their folly, 
And at cares of life repine. 

But the brave and noble fpirit 

Scorns fuch mean ignoble views ; 
Whilft the world proclaims his merit, 

He fublimer joys purfues. 

PRithee, Chloe, give o'er, 
And perplex me no more, 
For, my charmer, it looks very queerly, 
That in blooming fifteen, 
Thou'rt afraid to be feen 
By a fhepherd who loves thee moil dearly. 

When with Ipeed I purfue, 

Intending to woo, 
And tell thee how much I'm a lover, 

Like a fearful young lamb 

Who runs after its dam, 
So thou flieft away to thy mother. 


I know't has been told, 

That the patriarchs of old 
Spent threefcore years in their wooing ; 

'Twas no wonder then, 

That a nymph of fifteen 
Should be coy when a fwain was purfuing. 

But, my charmer, I vow, 

'Tis a miracle now, 
That a nymph in her teens fhould fly any, 

When I dare now engage, * : 
• Not a man in the age 
But thinks threefcore days are too many. 

Then prithee, my joy, 

No longer be coy, 
But let am'rous defires inflame ye ; 

Surrender thy charms, 

Take me to thy arms, 
And thou'lt foon love me better than mammy . 

FRom good liquor ne'er fhrink, 
In friendlhip we'll drink, 
And drown all grim care and pale fbrrow ; 
Let us huiband to-day, 
Time flies fwift away, 
And no one's aflur'd of to-morrow. 

Of all the grave fages 

That grac'd the pafl ages. 
Dad Noah the raoft did excel ; 

He firfl planted the vine, 

Firfl: tailed the wine, 
And got nobly drunk, as • they tell,, 

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Say, why mould not wi 

Get as bofky as he, 
Since here's liquor as well will infpire H 

Thus I fill up my glafs, 

I'll fee that it pafs, 
To the manes of that good old fire. 


BAcchus, one day gaily (hiding ■ 
On his never-failing ton, 
Sneaking, empty flafks deriding, 

Thus addrefs'd each toping foil : 
£raife the joys that never vary, 
And adore the liquid fhrine j 
All things noble, gay, and airy, 
Are perform'd by gen'xous wine, 

Priftine heroes, crown'd with glory. 

Owe their no'ble rife to me ; 
Homer wrote the flaming ftory, 

Fir'd by my divinity : 
If my influence be wanting, 

Mufic's charms but flowly move ; 
Beauty too in vain lies panting, 

Till I fill the f^ains With love. 

If you crave a laffing pleafure, 

Mortals, this way bend your eyes ? 
From my ever-flowing treafure 

Charming fcenes of blifs arife : 
Here's the foothing, balmy bleffing, 

Sole difpeller of your pain ; 
Gloomy fouls from care releafmg ; 

He who drinks not, lives in vain. 


MY goddefs, Celia, heav'nly fair, 
As lilies fweet, as foft as air ; 
Let loofe thy trefles, fpread thy charms, 
And to my love give freih alarms. 

O ! let me gaze on thole bright eyes, 
Though facred lightning from them flies t 
Shew me that foft, that modeft grace, 
Which paints with charming red thy face. 

Give me ambrofia in a kite, 
That I may rival Jove in blifs ; 
That I may mix my foul with thine, 
And make the pleamres all divine. 

O hide thy bofom's killing white ! 
(The milky Way is not fo bright), 
Left you my ravifh'd foul opprefs, 
With beauty's pomp, and fweet excefs* 

Why draw'ft thou from the purple flood 
Of my kind heart the vital blood ? 
Thou art all over endlefs charms 1 
0, take me, dying, to thy arms ! 

\ A/ Hen I furvey Clarinda's charms, 
Z * Folded within my circling arms, 
What endlefs pleafures move along, 
Serenely foft and fweetly ftrong !. 
Ev'ry Imile invites to love,. 
Balmy kiffes,, 
Am'rous blifles, 
Ev'ry fifing charm improver, ; " JZ -.'''-- ~ " 

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Immortal blifs that ne'er will cloy, 
. Always attends her angel form ; 
Softeft repole, and blooming joy, 
In her confpire the foul to charm : 
All that joy or love create, 
Beauteous bleffing, 
Pafl exprefTing, 
Round the tender fair one wait. 

Love on her breaft has flx'd his throne, 

And Cupid revels in her eyes ; 
Who can the charmer's pow'r difown, 
When in each glance, an arrow flies ?. 
Yet when wounded we feel no pain, 
No, 'tis pleafure 
Above meafure, 
Raptures flow in every vein. 


HArk ! hark ! the huntfman founds his horn, 
Let's tipple away the rofy morn, ton, ton, ton ; 
We'll hunt the bottle from fun to fun, 
And halloo the glafles the courfe to run. 
Ton, ton, 6c. 

Each merry young toper a huntfman fhall be, 
And inflead of a green, wear a red livery, ton, ton, 6c. 
We'll fcorn their bows, their arrows, and guns, 
We'll hunt with long pipes, and ride upon tons. 
Ton, ton, &c. 

We'll charge with tobacco, and follow the cry, 

T;U failing of fpeed, the bottle lhall die, ton, ton, 6yv 

P z 


And then for a horn make life of the bell, 
"VVhofe clangour ihall roufe him, and make him run well. 
Ton, ton, &p. ':' 

*When thus reviv'd, we'll merrily fing, 
And joining in chorus make the woods ring, tori, &c+ 
Our game we'll eagerly purfue, 
Our glafles filling, our caufe renew. 
Ton, ton, 6r,. 

pur fong mail reach the diftant plain, 
And echo (hall fummon the weary fwain, ton, ton, &c. 
The welcome (port he gladly hears, 
His toil and labour no more fears. 
Ton, ton, <&c. 

A pipe he takes, and charges high, 
And after the bottle does nimbly fly, ton, ton, && 
At length, with equal force and fpeed, 
lie makes the gen rous victim bleed. 
Ton, ton, he. 

As through the wound the blood does pais,, 
He boldly ventures to fill his glafs, ton, ton, &4 
Nor fears to tafle the flowing gore, ( 

But hunting and drinking, ftill hunts for more. 
Ton, ton, &c. 

Then fill your glafles merrily round, 
Since dius fupply'4 with hare and hound, ton, ton> ^jfc 
While chearfui Bacchus leads us on, 
Well follow in chorus with fprightly ton 3 ton, * 

Ton, ton, ton, fee. 

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BOY, while here I fit fupine, 
Bring me water, bring me wine ; 
Bring me, to adorn my brow, 
Wreaths of flowers that fweetly blow: : 
Love invites, — O let me prove 
The joys of wine, the fweets of love ! 

G Hosts of ev'ry occupation, 
Ev'ry- rank,, and ev'ry nation ; 
Some with crimes all foul and fpotted, 
Some to happy fates allotted, 
Prefs the Stygian lake to pafs. 

Here a fbldier roars like thunder, 
Prates of wenches, wine, and plunder ; 
Statefmen here the times accufing ; 
^oets fenfe for rhymes abufing ; 

Lawyers chatt'ring, 

Courtiers fiatt'ring, 

Bullies ranting. 

Zealots canting ; 
Knaves and fools of eV'ry clafs. I 

YOu've heard, no doubt, how all the globe 
Was foak'd of old with Noah's flood. 
See, here's a globe that holds a Tea ! 
A fea of liquors twice as good ! 
Tol dol de rol. 

Had Noah's been a flood like this, 
And Anak's fons fuch fouls as I, 


They'd drank the deluge as it rofe, 
And left the ark, like Noah, dry.; 
Tol dol de rol. 

FILL all the glaffes, fill 'em high, 
Drink, drink, and defy all power but love., 
Wine gives the flave his liberty; 

But love makes a flave of thund ring Jove. 
Drink, drink away, 
Make a night of the day, - 
Tis ne&ar, 'tis liquor divine j 
The pleafures of life, 
Free from anguifh and ftrife, 
Are owing to love and good wine. 

COme, ever mailing Liberty, " 
And with thee bring thy jocund traia j 
For thee we pant, and figh for thee, 
With whom eternal, pleafures relgri, 

5 ' i MS liberty, dear liberty alone 

A That gives frefh beauty to die fun, 
That bids all nature look more gay, 
And lovely life with pleafure Ileal away., 

ET feftal joy triumphant reign, 

Glad ev'ry heart in ev'ry face appear; 


of S O N G . S. tip 

Free flow die wine, nor flow in vain t 
Far fly corroding care, - 

Each hand the chime melodious raife, 
Each voice exult in Sefach's praife j 
Let order vanish ; liberty alone, 
Unbounded liberty the night fhall crown. 

LET the deep bowl thy praiie cohfefs, 
Thy gifts the gracious giver blefs, , 
Thy gifts, of all the gods beftow,. 
Improve by ufe, and fweeter grow; 
Another bowl, 'tis gen'rous winey 
Exalts the human to divine. 

MIrth, admit me of thy crew, 
To live with her, and live with tfeee 
In unreproved pleasures free ; 
To hear the lark begin his flight. 
And finging ftartle the dull night, 
Then to come in fpite of forrow, 
And at my window bid good-morrow ; 
Thefe delights, if thou canft give, 
Mirth, with thee I mean to live ; 
Or let the merry bells ring round, 
And the jocund rebecks found, . 
To many a youth and many a" maid r 


r | ^HE morning-lark to mine accords his note, 

-*: And tunes to my diftrefs his warbling throat ; 
Each fetting and each riiing fun I mourn, 
Wailing alike his abfence and return. 



YE verdant hills, ye balmy vales, 
Bear witnefs of my pains ; 
How oft have Shinar's flow'ry dales 
Been taught my am'rous ftrains ! 
The wounded oaks in yonder grove, 
Retain the name of her I love. 

In vain would Age his ice befpread, 
To numb each gay defire ; 

Though feventy winters hoar my head ? 
My heart is flill on fire. 

By moffy fount and grot I rove, 

And gently murmur longs of love. 

Oh ! fVeeteft of thy lovely race. 
Unveil thy matchlefs charms, 

Let me adore that angel's face, 
And die within ) thy arms ; 

My ceafeleis pangs thy boibm move, 

To grant the jiift returns of love. 

ENdless pleafure, endlefs love, 
Semele enjoys above ; 
On her boibm Jove reclining, 

Ufelefs now his thunder lies, 
To her arms his bolts refigning, 
And his lightnings to her- eyes. 

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There from mortal cares retiring, 
She refides in fweet retreat ; 

On her pleafure, Jove requiring, 
All the loves and graces wait. 

WHen beauty forrow'-s livery wears, 
Our paffions take the fair one's part ; 
^ove dips his arrows in her tears, 

And lends them pointed to the heart. 

WAR, he fung, is toil and trouble, 
Honour but an empty bubble .; 
Never ending, itill beginning, 

Fighting flill, and Ml destroying ; 
If the world be worth thy winning, 

Think, O think ! it worth enjoying, 
^Lovely Thais fits belide thee, 
Take the good the gods provide thee. 

Belinda, fee from yonder flow'rs 
The bee flies loaded to its cell :- 
€an you perceive what it devours ? 
Are they impair VI in mow or fmell ? 

So though I robb'd you of a kifs, 
Sweeter than their ambrofial dew ? 

Why are you angry 'at my bliis, 
Has it at all impoveriih'd you ? 


7 Tis by this cunning I contrive, 
In fpite of yeur unkind referve, 

To. keep my famiftYd love alive, 

Which you inhumanly would itarve. 

OFT with wanton fmiles and jeers,, 
Women tell me, I'm in years ; 
1, the mirror when I view, 
Find, alas ! they tell me true ; 
Find my wrinkled forehead bare, 
And regret my falling hair ; 
White and few, alas ! I find, 
All that time has left behind. 
But my hairs, if thus they fall. 
If but few, or none at all, 
Afking not, I'll never fhare 
Fruitlefs knowledge, fruitlefs care, 
This important truth I know, 
If indeed in years I grow, 
I mufl match what life can give ; 
Hot to love, is not to live. 

F Locks are {porting, doves are courting, 
Warbling linnets fweetly fing ; 
Joy and pleafure without meafure, 
Kindly hail the glorious fpring. 

Flocks are bleating, ' rocks repeating, 

Valleys echo back the found ; 
Dancing, finging, piping, fpringing, 

Nought but mirth and joy go round. 

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YOung virgins love pleafure, 
As mifers do treafure, 
And both alike ftudy to heighten the meafiire ; 

Their hearts they will rifle, 

For ev'ry new trifle ; 
And when in their teens fall iri love for a fong. 

But {bon as they marry, 

And find things milcarry, 
Oh ! hdw they figh, that they were not more wary 

Inftead of foft wooing, 

They run to their ruin, 
And all their lives after drag forrdw along. 

IF Phillis denies me relief, 
If ihe's angry, I'll feek it in wine : 
Though fhe laughs at my amorous grief. 
At my mirth why mould (he repine ? 

Brilk fparkling champaign fhall remove. 

All the griefs my dull foul has in ftore 
My reafon I loft when I lov'd, 

By drinking what can I do more ? 

Would Phiilis but pity my pain, 

Or my am'rous vows would approve^ 

The juice of the grape I'd difdain, 
And be drunk with nothing but love. 

EE, fee, my Seraphina comes ! 
1 Adorn'd with ev'ry grace, 


Look ! gods, from your celeffcial dome, 
And view her charming face. 

Then fearch and fee, if you can find. 

In all your facred groves, 
A nymph, or goddefs, fo divine, 

As fhe whom Strephon loves. 

OF ail the joys we e'er poffeft, 
Love and wine are flill the beft y 
S weedy they by turns controul, 
Wine the heart, and love the foul. 

Wealth and power ftrive in vaia, 
Ecfual happinefs to gain. 
Wine fuperior joy doth prove. 
And in fober feaibns, love. 

Of all joys we are poffeft, 
Love and wine are ftill the bef?, 

SHE tells me, with claret fhe cannot agree, 
And fhe thinks of a hogfnead whene*er-fhe fees trie./ 
For 1 fmell like a beaft, and therefore muft I 
Reiblve to forfake her, or claret deny. 

Muft I leave my dear bottle, that was always' my friend, 
And I hope will continue fo to my life's end ; 
Mud I leave it for her- ? 'tis a very hard tall: : 
Let her go to the devil ; bring t'other flail:, ! 

Had fhe tax-'d me with gaming, and bid me forbe?r 7 
'Tis a thoufand to one 1 had lent her an ear. 

op SONGS, 125 

Had (he found out my Sail) 7 , up three pair of flairs, 
I had baulk'd her, and gone to St James's to pray'rs. 

Had flie bade me read homilies three times a-day, 
She perhaps had been humour'd, with little to lay : 
But at night to deny me my bottle of red, 
Let her go to the devil, there's no more to be faid* 

IF wine and mufic have the power 
To eafe the fieknefs of the foul, 
Let Phosbus ev'ry firing explore, 
And Bacchus fill the fprightiy bowL 

Let them their friendly aid employ, 

To make my Chioe's abfence light, 
And leek for pleafures to deftroy 

The fbrrows of this live-long night* 

But fhe to-morrow will return ; 

Venus, be thou to-morrow great. 
Thy myrtles ftrew, thy odours burn, 

And meet the favYite nymph in ftate. 

Kind goddefs, to- no other powers 

Let us to-morrow's bleflings own ; 
Thy darling loves (hall guide the hours, 

And all the day be thine alone. 

TT7Hen yielding flrfl to Damon's flames, 

* » I funk into his arms ; 

He fwore he'd ever be the fame, 

Then rifled all my charms. 


But, fond of what he long deilr'd, 

Too eager -of his prey, 
My fhepherd's flame, alas ! expir'd 

Before the verge of dayj 

My innocence of lovers wars, 

Reproach'd his quick defeat ; 
Confus'd, afham'd, and bath'd in tears, 

I mourn'd his cold retreat. 

At length, ah, fhepherdefs ! cry'd he, 

Would you my fire renew, 
You mud, alas, retreat like me, 

I'm loft, if you purfue. 

"%X 7 Hat man in his wits had not rather be poor, 

7 ™ Than for lucre his freedom to give ? 
Ever bufy the means of his life to fecure, 
And for ever neglecting tor live. 

liiviron'd from morning to night in a croud, _ 

Not a moment unbent or alone ; 
Conftrain'd to be abject though never fb proud. 

And at ev'ry one's call but his own. 

Still repining, and longing for quiet each hour, 

Yet ftudioufly flying it frill ; 
With the means of enjoying his wifti in his power^ 

But accurs'd with his wanting the will. 

For a year muit be paft, or a day mult be come/ 

Before he has leifure to reft : 
He mufl add to his ftore this or that petty fumy 

And then he'll have time to be bleft. 

• f SONGS, J27 

SIhge drinking has power for to give us relief, 
Come fill up the bowl, and a pox on all grief; 
Jf we find that won't do, we'll have -filch another, 
And fo we'll proceed from one bowl to the other ; 
Till, like fons of Apollo, we'll make our wit foar, 
Or in homage to Bacchus fall down on the floor. 

Apollo and Bacchus were both merry fouls, 

They each of them lov'd for to tofs off their bowls ; 

Then let's try to mew ourfelves men of merit, 

By toafiing thofe gods in a bowl of good claret, 

And then we fhall all be deferving of praife ; 

But the man that drinks moll;, fiiall go off with the bays a 

IF the treafur'd gold could give 
Man a longer term to live, 
I'd employ my utmoit care 
Still to keep, and Hill to fpare ; 
And, when death approach'd, would fejj^ 
Take thy fee, and walk away : 
But fince riches cannot fave 
Mortals from the gloomy gravc^ 
Why mould I myfelf deceive, 
Vainly figh, and vainly grieve f 
Death will furely be my lot, 
Whether I am rich or not. 
Give me freely while I live 
Generous wines, in plenty give. 
Soothing joys my life to cheer, 
Beauty kind, and friends fincere j 
Happy ! could I ever find 
friends fincere, and beauty kindo 


A Way, away,. . 
We've crown'd the day ; 
The hounds are waiting for their prey ; 
The huntfman's call 
Invites ye all ; 
Come in, boys, while you may. 

The jolly horn, 

The rofy morn, 
With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds ; 

Theie, my boys, 

Are heav'nly joys ; 
A fportfman's pleafure knows no bounds* 

The horn (hall be 

The huf band's fee, 
And let him take it not in fcorn ; 

The brave and fage, 

In ev'ry age, , 
Have not difdain'd to wear the horn. 

HE's a man ev'ry inch, I a/Ture you, 
Stout, vig'rous, 'active, and tall ; 
There's none can from danger fecure you, 
Like brave gallant Moor of Moorhall, 

No giant or knight e'er quell'd him, 
He (ills all their -hearts with alarms ; 

No virgin yet ever beheld him, 

But wifh'd herfelf clafp'd in his arms. 

OF SONG; S. it$ 

MY joyous blades, with rofes crown 'd, 
Who quaff bright nectar at its iprktg, 
Difpute not if the earth goes round, 
But hear a thirfty poet fing. 

All take your glaffes, charge them high, 

Let bumpers fwiftly bumpers chafe, 
Each man drink fifty, fooft they'll fpy 

The earth wheel round With rapid pace. 

HAD Neptune, when ftrft he took charge of the fea> 
Been as wife, or, at leaft, been as merry as we ; 
ffe'd have thought better on't, and, inftead of his brine, 
Would have fill'd the vail: ocean With generous wine. 

What trafficking then would have been on the main, 
For the fake of good liquor, as Well as for gain ? 
No fear then of tempeft, or danger t>f finking, 
The fifties ne'er drown, tho' they're always a-drinking. 

Had this been the cafe, what had we enjoy'd ? 
Our fpirits ftill rifing, our fancy ne'er cloy'd ; J 
A pox then on Neptune, when 'twas in his pow'r, 
To flip, like a fool, fuch a fortunate hour. 


CUP id no more mall give me grief, 
Or anxious cares opprefs my foul ; 
While gen'rous Bacchus brings relief, 
And .drowns them ia a flowing bowL 

Celia, thy fcorn I now defpife, 
Thy boaited empire I difowja ; 

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136 A 6 0JLLECT1ON 

This takes the^brightnefs from thine eyes, 
And makes it fparkle in my own. 

F. ' : .■- . ' "': 

III the bowl with flowing meafure, 
Till it lparkles o'er the brim ; 
The grave of care, the fpring of pleafure. 
When the brains in nectar iwim. 

FBI the bowl with gen'rous winej 1 

That and women all refine ; -, v 

And raife mortals to divine. J 

Crown with beauty all your glafles, 

Beauty beft our pleasures guides ; 
Give us but wine and blooming lafFes, 

Take back, ye gods, all gift* befides. 

. . • . . - : - ■ - . • - .: bat 


HAil! Burgundy, thou juice divine ! 
InfpireF of my fong ! 
The praifes given to other wine, 

To- thee alone belong : 
Of poignant wit and rofy charms 

Thou canft the power improve/; 
Care of its fling thy balm difarms> 
Thou noblefl gift of Jove. 

Bright Phoebus on the parent vines. 

From whence thy current ftreams, 
Sweet fmiling' through the tendrils fhinesy : "* j 

And lavlfh darts his beams' ; 
The pregnant grape receives his fires* 

And all his force retains j, /:•• - r 

of SO N G S. Hi 

With that fame warmth our brains inlpires, 
And animates our ftrains. 

From thee my Chloe's radiant eye 

New Iparkling beams receives ; 
Her cheeks imbibe a rofier dye, 

Her beauteous bofom heaves : 
Summon'd to love by thy alarms, 

Oh with what nervous heat, 
Worthy the fair, we fill their arms ; 

And oft our bitfs repeat ! 

The Stoic, prone to thought intenfe, 

•Thy fbftnefs can unbind, 
A chearful gaiety difpenfe, 

And makes him tafte a friend : 
His brow grows clear, he feels content, 

Forgets his penfive ftrife ; 
And then concludes his time well fpent, 

In boneft fecial life. 

&'en beaux, thofe fbft amphibious things, 

Wrapt up in ielf and drefs, 
Quite loft to the delight that Iprin^s 

From lenfe, thy pow'r confefs ';" 
The fc«p with chitty maudlin face, 

That dares but deeply drink, 
Forgets his queue and ftifF grimace, 

Grows free, and feems to think. 

Case, anxious world* your fruidefs pain* 
To grafp forbidden ftore ; 
Your ftudied labour fhall prove vain* 
Your alcbymy unbleft ; 
R z 

13* A C0LUeTWN 

Whilft feeds of far more precious pre 
Are ripen'd in mj breaft, 

My breaft, the forge of happier love. 

Where my Luanda lies ; 
And the rich ftock does fo improve, 

As me her art employs ; 
That ev'ry fmiie and touch (he gives., 

Turns, all to golden joys. 

Since then we can fuch treafures, raife. 

Let's no expenfe refufe ; 
In love let's lay out all our days, 

How can we e'er be poor, 
When ev'ry bleffing that we ufe> 

Begets a thpufand more ? ^-.. . 

SEek not to know what muft not be reyeal'd i 
Joys only flow, where fate is moft conceal'd ; 
Too bufy man would find his forrows more, 
If future fortunes he mould know before : 
Jor by that knowledge of- his deftiny, 
He would not live at all, but always die. 
Inquire not then who mall from bonds be freed,. 
Who 'tis ihall wear a crown, or who fhall bleed \ 
All mult fubmit to their appointed doom, 
Fate and misfortune will too quickly come ; 
|^et me no more with powerful charms be preif, 
I am forbid by fate to tell the reft. 


Estor, who did to thrice man's age attain -, 
By vaft experience fpund; : - : : B : - _: : 

<©** S e N G'9. iys 

That bufy ftatefmen did project in vain, 
When bumpers pafs'd not briftly round. 

This maxim then he to his mafter gave., 
When he in council mould debate ; 

Not, Trojan like, to fit morofe and grave, 
But drink, and fo fuppprt the tfate. 

HE re the deities approve, 
The god of mufic and of love,. 
All the talents they have lent you, < 
All the bleifings they have fent you ; 
Pleas'd to fee what they beftow, 
Live, and thrive fo well below. 

YES, Daphne, in your face 1 find 
Thofe charms by which my heart's 'betray *d ; 
Then let not your difdain unbind 

The pris'ner that your eyes have made : 
She that in love makes leaft defence, 
Wounds ever with the fureft dart ; 
Beauty may captivate the fenfe, 
But kindnefe only gains the heart, 

*Tis miidnefs, Daphne, mult maintain 

The empire that you once have won;. , 
When beamy does like tyrants reign, 

Their fubjects from their duty run, 
Then force me not to be untrue, 

Left I, compell'd by gen'rous ftiame, 
Caft off my loyalty to you, 

To gain a glorious rebel's nam? , 


** I ^IS wine was made to rule the day, 

•*- And not the flaming fun ; 
*Tis love that mould ofer night bear fway, 

And not the filly moon ; 
Wine is th' amazement of the old, 

That blifs would fain retrieve ; 
And love the bus'nefs of the bold, 

That can both joys receive. 

Cho r us. 

Let my queen live for ever, 

And let's ftill drink French wine ; 
Let my rage be immortal, , 

And my liquor divine. 
Infus'd in wine let's fink to reft, 

And dream of what we love ; 
And finee /he may not be poflefr, 

Let us our wants improve. 
Oh ! lull me, couch'd in foft repofe, 

And fleep ne'er from me take j 
Except the gods will interpofe, 

And let me enjoy awake. 

. it 

/^Alms appear, when ftorms are pail; 
^ Love wm have his hour at laft; 
We .s my kindly care; 
Mars deltroys, and I repair : 
Take me, while you -may, 
Venus comes liot every day, 


' of SONGS. 135 

LOst to the joys of life is he^ 
O Sleep ! who yields his hour to thee ; 
If ever I invoke thy aid, 
Let Bacchus firft my fenfe invade, 
Then o'er my foul be fhort thy reign, 
For. I'm in hafte to live again. 

But mould fome fweetly-foothing dream, 

iMfplay the idol of my flame, 

With heaving breaft and yielding fighs, 

O fleep ! for ever feal my eyes r 

Delufion in a ftate like this, 

Is real and fubftantial blifs. 

WIll you credit, a mifer, 'tis gold makes us wife^ 
The blifs of his life, and the joy of his eyes; 
And afk a fond lover where wifdom he places^ 
To be fure in his miftrefs, her charms and her graces ; 
But let the free lad fpeak the joy of his foul, 
? Tis a fparkling glafs, and a fmiling full bowL : 

The mifer is wretched, unhappy, and poor. 

He fafTers great want in the midit of his {tore : 

The lover's difconlblate, mopifh, and fad, 

For that, which when gained, will loon make him mad; 

The^mjfer's a fool, and the lover's an afs, 

And he only is wife who adores the full glafs-. 

Let the mifer then hug up his ill-gotten pelf, 

And, to feed , empty bags, may he flarve his own (elf ■;'• 

Let the lover ftill lan^uifh 'twixt hope and defpair, 

And dote on a face as inconftant as fair ; 

But ftill may his, blifs be as great as his foul, 

V/ho pays no devoir but to wine and the bowl. 

136 A , C OLLE C TION 

HE'S the dire&or of each quaffing foul, 
To Bacchus, our mailer, let's fill up the bowl J 
Commands the brave tipplers, and governs the vine, ' 
His influence only can make our fronts fhine. 
Then booze away topers, your glafTes turn down ; 
He that tipples the mofl, our prince W£ will crown. 

WHen charming Chloe gently walks, 
Or fweetly fmiles, or gaily talks; 
No goddefs can with her compare, 
So fweet her looks, fa foft her air. 

In whom fo many charms are plac'd* 
Is With a mind as nobly grae'd ; 
With fparkling Wit and folid fenfe, 
And foft perfuafive eloquence. 

In framing her divinely fair, 
Nature employ'd her utmofl care, 
That we in Chloe's form mould find 
A Venus, with Minerva's mind. 

O Greedy Midas ! I've been told, 
That what you touch'd you turn'd to g$ld ; 
O had I but power like thine, 
I'd turn whate'er I touch to wine. 

Each purling ftream fliould feel my force, 

Each fifh my fatal power mourn ; 
And wond'ring at the mighty change. 

Should in their native regions bum. 

•: ;• sifto SONGS,. 137 

Nor fhould there any- dare t! approach 

Unto my mantling, fparkling fhrinc, 
But firlt mould pay their notes to me, 

And ilyle me only god of -wine. 

T - Ugrmia the empire of Rome did deitroy, 
*-^ And Helen, they fay, was the ruin of Troy ; 
The one was too wanton, the other too nice; 
Extremes Hill prove fatal in virtue and vice. 

To be fhipwreck'd on either I never defign, 
But to fail between both in a feaof good wine ; 
What though fome dull matron our mirth difapprove t 
'Tis fafer for ladies to drink than to love. 

Here's a health to all thofe that are better than wife, 
Who fcorn to be vitious,'yet are not precife ; 
What though fome dull matron our mirth difapprove ? 
'Tis fafer for ladies to drink than to love. 

TO the god of wine, - . 

My fong and my defigrij 
With a grateful fpirit, will I raife ; 

'Tis-my heart's delight / _. 

To give him every night, 
And to carrol merrily his praile:.. 
Monarch Bacchus gay and youngs 
Free to fave us, ; ).' 

And relieve us, ^ * ■ '■■ 

When the world goes wrong ; • ...... 

; -s- ; - - « .■ - ■ ' •:-• • 


Sound his name, 
Raiie it high, 
Sing his fame 
To the fky, 
Till the wife world join in our fong. 

Should a mortal dare 

His merry fubjecls fneer, 
Let kkn dread the fate decreed : 

A new law well weigh'd, 

The drinking court has made, 
And to juflice thus they'll proceed. 

Set the rebel to the bar, 
That the traitor, 
Bound in fetter, 
May his fentence hear \ 
Let the rogue, 
In a firing, 
Like a dog, 
Take a fwing, 
Or be drown'd in rot-gut fmall beer. 

YE mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex, 
Whom folly mifguides, and infirmities vex ; 
Whofe lives hardly know what it is" to be blelt, 
Who rife without joy, and lie down without reft ; 
Obey the glad fummons, to Lethe repair, 
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care; 

Old maids mall forget what they wifli for in vain, 
And voting ones, the rover they cannot regain ; 
The rake ilia!! forget how laft night he was c!oy'd' 4 
And Chioe again be with pailioii enjoy'd ; 

of SONG S. 

Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair, 
And drink an oblivion to trouble and care. 


The wife at one draught may forget all her wants, 
Or drench her fond fool to forget her gallants ; 
The troubled in mind fhall go chearful away, 
And yefterday's Wretch be quite happy to-day ; 
Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair, 
Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care, 

r I 'HE cards invite, in crouds we fly, 
-*• To join the jovial route and cry ; 
What joy from cares - and plagues all day, 
To hie to the midnight hark away ? 

Nor want, nor pain, nor grief, nor care, 
Nor dronifh huf bands enter there ; 
The brifk, the bold, the young, and gay, 
All hie to midnight hark away. 

Uncounted ftrikes the morning-clock, 

And droufy watchmen idly knock ; ( 

Till day-light peeps we fport and play, 

And roar to the jolly hark away. 

When tir'd of fport to bed we creep, 
And kill the tedious day with ileep ; 
To-morrow's welcome call obey, 
And again to the midnight hark away, 

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CO me, mortals, come, come follpw me 5 
Come follow, follow, follow me 
To mirth, and joy, and jollity ; 
Hark ! hark ! the call, come, come and drink ? 
And leave your cares by Lethe's brink. 

€ H O RU S. 

Away then, come, come, come away, 
And life friall hence be holyday ; 
Nor jealous fears, nor ftrife, nor pain^ 
Shall vex the jovial heart again. 

To Lethe's brink then follow all, 
Then follow, follow, follow all ; 
"Tis pleafure courts, obey the call ; 
And mirth, and jollity, and joy, 
§hall every future hour employ. 


Away then, come, come, come away. 
And life mall hence be holyday ; 
Nor jealous fears, nor ftrife nor pain, 
Shall vex the jovial heart agam. 

IN Cupid's fam'd fchqol would you take a degree, 
Young maids, you mufl learn a fliort lefTon from me | 
Scarce blows on your cheek the fair rofe of fifteen. 
Ere love, the fweet traitor, attacks you unfeen ; 
To ruin and pleafe ev'ry method he tries, 
A friend in pretence, but a foe in difguife. 

Does your fancy incline to wealth, tide, and drefs, 
Does your pulfe beat to, pleafure, or fink at diftrefs ? 

e'F SONGS. 14? 

All hours he watches, all dreffes he wears, 

And courts, as beft fuits him, with fmiles or in tears. 

To your humour and tafte {till he varies his art, 
And fteals thro' your eyes or your ears to your heart | 
for love, though a child, as Anacreon has fung, 
With eafe can outwit both the old and the young. » 

FIll me a bowl, a mighty bowl, 
Large as my capacious ibul ; • 

Vaft as my thirft is, let it have 
Depth enough to be my grave ; 
I mean, the grave of all my care,. 
For I defign to bury't there. 
Let it of filver fafhion'd be, 
Worthy of wine, worthy of me, 
Worthy to adorn the Spheres, 
As that bright cup amengit the tes. . . 

DRink about, my dear friend, 
For, 1 pray, to what end 
Stands ufelefs the full flowing bowl ? 
Leave your forrows behind, 
Give your cares to the wind, 
And drink to each jolly brave foul 

For Alcide the fam'd, 
Who monfters all tam'd, 
And bound the flout porter of hell 5 


Though immortal his line, 
Had it not been for wine, '•/-'' 

Might, like them he conquer'd, have fell. 

Though Achilles the great, 

When he fought at fuch rate, 
He flew the great Hector of Troy ; 

'Twas the grape's potent juice 

Made him wonders produce, 
And Priam's whole race to deftroy. 

Neoptolemus too^ 

The fame fteps did purfue, 
And trac'd the fam'd heroes of yore, 

He'd in drinking relax, 

And then Pyrrhus's acts 
Were as great as his father's before. 

And UlyfTes the fly 

Had been drinking, (for why), 
When the Trojan Palladium he ftole, 

For his fubtle thoughts fprung, 
- If -e'er Ajax but fung 
The charms of a fparkling full bowl. 

Since in drinking .we find 

There's a charm for the mind, 
3Let Bacchus then join in this train* 

Drink, my lads, drink about, 

Let us fee the bowl out, 
And once more we'll fill it again. 

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e, wine, is alone the brifk fountain of mirth, 
Whence jollity fprings, and contentment has births 

of SONGS. ,143 

What mortals lb happy, as we who combine,' 
And fix our delight in the juice of the vine I 
No care interrupts when the bottle's in view, 
Then glafs after glafs, my boys, let us purfue. 
No care interrupts when the bottle's in view, 
Then glafs after glafs, my boys, let us purfue. 

Our laws are our own, not enforc'd by the crown, 
And we ffand to them fair till we fairly fall down j 
At acls or repeals we difdain to repine, 
Nor grudge any tax, but the tax on our wine : 
To Csefar and Bacchus our tribute is due, 
Then glafs after glafs, my boys, let us purfue. 
To Caefar, 6c. 

His Worfhip fo grave here may revel and roar, 
The lawyer fpeak truth, who ne'er lpoke fo before ? ? 
The parfbn be fiript of his prieflhood's difguife, 
And Chloe's fcorn'd lover get drunk and grow wife 5 
The hufband may learn here to combat the {hrew* 
So glafs after glafs, my boys, let us purfue. 
The hufband, <&c> 

The chace of the bottle few accidents wait, 
We feldom break necks, tho' we oft crack a pate ; 
If wars rife among us, they loon again ceafe, 
One bumper brings truce, and another brings peace 1 
'Tis this way alone we life's evils fubdue ; 
Then glafs after glafs, my boys, let us purfue, 
'Tis this-, <&e. 

ET the fparkling glafs- go round with free motion^ 
-" VS&H drink to the bottom, tho' deep as the ocean p 

144 A Ct>L LECTIO^ 

With freedom and pleafure our money we'll fpend* : 
Whene'er we enjoy our bottle and' our friend. 

Whilft Lewis and George about nations are wrangling* 
And covetous merchants for traffic are jangling : 
To thofe fplendid troubles our mind we ne'er will be.nd* 
But to the dear delights of a bottle and a friend. 

Whilft lawyers and courtiers are a-breeding of factions* 
And mighty commanders engag'd in fmall anions ; 
In a litde clofe room fecu'rely we're penn'd, 
Applying our thoughts to a bottle and a friend. 

AS Chloe came into the room t' other day, 
I peevifh began, Where {o long could you flay t 
In your lifetime you never regarded your hour ; 
You promis'd at two, and look, child, 'tis four ; 
A lady's Watch needs neither figures nor wheels, 
? Tis enough if 'tis loaded with baubles and feals ? 
A temper lb heedlefs no mortal can bear : 
Thus far I went on with a refolute air. 

Lord, blefs me ! faid Hie, let a body but fpeak ; 
Here's an ugly hard rofe-bud fallen into my neck ; , , 
It has hurt me, and vex'd me to fuch a degree ; 
See here, for you never believe me, pray fee : 
On the ]fffj iide my bread: what a mark it has made \ 
"So flying, her bofom fhe carelefs difplay'd ; 
That fcene of delight I with wonder furvey'd, 
And forgot every word I defign'd to have faid.-" 

of SONGS. J45 

"D E joyful and merry, 
■EJ And laugh at all cares. 
And always remember 
Your fortunate ftars. 

HOW faint a joy the maid imparts, 
Reluctant, who refigns her charms ! 
She damps' the tranfport of our hearts, 
And beauty, of her force difarms. 

How great the pleafure, how reini'd, 

And even in reflection fweet, 
When lovers are but one in mind, 

And fouls together feem to meet ? 

WIne from thought drives all defpair, 
Our wives and ev'ry irkfome care 5 
Says one, a jovial, merry wight, 
E'en let us fit and drink all night. 
Says th' other, Since you know we pay 
fto reck'ning till we go away ; 
We'll drinking here for ever ftay, 
And never think of going away. 

T?OR you who are rid by the fury Love, 
J? Whofe tyranny does much oppreis you \ 
Here's that the (pint will remove, 
And in a moment dilpofiefs you, 



'Tis the juice of the vine, 
Brifk Burgundy wine, 
A large dofe of which never fails ; 
But if you fondly fip, 
And only wet your lip, 
The fiend gathers ftrength and prevail 
The moderate drinker then's an afs, 

A little wine is love's beft potion ; 
And Cupid wantons in a glafs, 

Who would be jfrown'd $n a vail: ocean. 

A S Celia near a fountain lay, 
X*!L Her eye-lids clos'd with ileep'; 
The fhepherd Damon chanc'd that way 
To drive his flock of fheep. 

With awful frep h' approach'd the fair, 

To view her charming face ; 
Where ev'ry feature wore an air, 

And ev'ry part a grace. 

His heart inflam'd with amYous pain, 
He wiih'd the nymph would Wake* $ 

Though ne'er before was any fwaih 
So unprepar'd to fpeak. 

Whilft flumb'ring thus fair Celia lay, 

Soft willies fiU'd her mind ; . 
She cry'd, Come, Thyrfis, come away,, w 

For now I will be kind. 

Damon embrac'd the lucky hit r - - •-- 
And flew into her arms - f 

of 5 O N G S, -s 147 

lie -took her in the yielding fit, 
And rifled all her charms. 

PUT brifldy round the fparkling glafs, 
The ftealing hours move on apace ; 
Life without drinking, none e'er could boalt of it, 
Then let us pull away, and make the moll: of it ; 
Brimful of claret each night let me be, 
Then I've my -wifti to the higheft degree. 

BAcchus, he it is who fires me, 
Brings me to thefe blefs'd abodes, 
And with pleafure thus infpires me, 
That I envy not the gods. 

Sparkling juices ftill inchant me, 
In one round of full delight ; 

None but grateful objects haunt me, 
Charm my tafte, and pleafe. my fight, 

Friends, fince thus I am delighted, 

Let us in a chorus join. 
Sing the deities united, 

Mighty powers of love and wine. 

Then with Laura ]ft me ever 
All my precious minutes pafs ; 

But, Oh grant ! that 1 may neve;; 
Be without th' exciting glafs. 
T 2 


\"K /Hat's love ? a medley of pleafure and paln;r sa 
* » 'Tis all o'er a deceit, and the whole an invifibl® 
chain: nQ 

Then, Celia, no more think to make up a feaft, 

'Tis enough you're a flender deflert : 
You'll ferve to give other ftale pleafures a tafte, 

But muft leave the dear bottle to cherilh the heart. 

NIght and day let's drink and kifs, 
Can diere be a greater bliii, . 
Fifft to take a chearful gla% 
Then carefs fome pretty lafs '? 
May thefe joys alternate reign ? 
Love and wine, and love again. 

Phil lis, why mould we delay 
Pleafures fhorter than the day ? 
Could we (which we never can) 
Stretch our lives beyond their fpan • 
Eeauty like a madow flies, 
And our youth before us dies ; 
Or would youth and beauty itay, 
Love hath wings and will away ; 
Love hatl-i fwifter wings than time, 
Change in love to heav'n does climb 5 
Gods, that never change their ftate, 
Vary oft their loye and hate. 

Phillis, to this truth we owe 
All the love betwixt us -t#ro; | le 

of SON GS, j e%£ 

Let not you nor I inquire, 
What has been our pafV defire •, 
On what fhepherds you have fmil'd, 
Or what nymphs I have beguil'd. 
Leave it to the planets too, 
What we Ihall hereafter do ; 
For the joys we now may prove* . 
Take advice of prefent love. 

THE ladies look gay when of beauty they boaft, 
And mifers are enyy'4, when wealth is increased-; 
The vapours oft kill all the joys of a toait, 

And the mifer's a wretch when he pays for the fea(k 

The pride of the great, qf the rich, of the fair ; 
May pity befpeak, but envy can't move. . 

My thoughts are no farther afpiring, 

No more my fond heart is defiring, 
Than freedom, content, and the man that Hove. 

Miss Danae, when fair and young, 
As Horace has divinely fung, 
Could not be l^ept from Jove's embrace, 
By doors of fteel, and walls of brafs : 
Tell us, myfterious huiband, tell us, 
Why fo myfterious ? why To jealous ? 
Can harfh reftraint, the bolt, the bar, 
Make thee fecure, thy wife lefs fair I 
Send her abroad, and let her fee, 
That all this world of pageantry, 

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Which me, forbidden, longs to know, 

Is powder, pocket-glafs, and beau. 

Be to her virtues very kind, ■:■..".. 

Be tp her faults a little blind ; 

Let all her unconfin'd, 

And clap your padlock on her mind. 

HAste, my Nanette, my lovely maid, 
Hafte to the bow'r thy love has made ; 
For thee alone I made the bower, 
And ipread the couch with many a flower- 
None but my fheep ihall near us come, 
Venus be prais'd, my Iheep are dumb ;. 
Great god of love, take thou my crook, 
To keep the wolf from Nanette's flock. 

THE man that in his breaft contains 
A heart which no loofe act arraigns ; 
Indian ting pleafure's ground may tread, 
Where love and youthful fancy lead ; 
May toy and laugh, may dance and ling, 
While jocund life is in her ipring. 

When cynics rail, and pedants frown, 

Their rigid maxims I difown ; 

I fmile to fee their angry brow, 

And hate the gloomy, felfhli crew ; 

In their defpite, I'll laugh and fing, 

WhUe jocund life is in her fpring. 7 

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Be mine the focial joys of life; 

And. let good-nature vanquilh flrife, 

So innocence with me refide, 

And honour reign each action's guide ; 

I'll toy, and laugh, and dance, and fmg, 

While jocund life is in her fpring. 

Then, Phillis, come and fhafe thole joys, 
Which no intemp'rate ufe deftroys ; 
While you remain as kind as fair, 
My heart defies each anxious care 5 
With thee I'll toy, and laugh, and fmg, 
While jocund life is in her ipring. 

TT 7*Hen wint'ry blafts, and ruffling ftorms expire* 

" * And nature kindles up her genial fire ; 
Then the gay park puts on a lively green, 
And Silvia there in all her charms is feen ; 
O'er her ftain'd cheeks vermilion blumes ran, 
A goddefs mov'd, and Florio thus began : . 

Think, peerlefs fair one, then: explain, 

Whence tender paffions rife ; 
Why pants my heart With pleafmg pain? 

Why languidi thus my eyes r 
5 Tis lurely nature's gentle call, 

Love's fweeteft. joys to prove ; 
3 Tis youth, 'tis life, 'tis health, 'tis all/ 

For what means life but love ? 

Here his voice failing as his raptures rofe, 

In moving fighs he feem'd to breathe his vow? j 


Soon to his heart the refluent fpirits came, 
And thus breath'd forth the brightnefs of his flame- 
Now fpringing verdure decks the plains, 
And love o'er youthful nature reigns ; 
In thy dear breaft ibft pailions rife, 
And flied new foftnefs o'er thy eyes. 
Improve, fweet maid, the fmiling hour, 
Yield to Hymen's gentle power ; 
So mail the world my Sylvia find 
Strictly good, and fondly kind. 

O'Tis Elyfium all ! in beauty dreft, 
To fancy's eye my Celia flood cotifefl: ; 
Her glance fpake ecftaly, No more, (he cries, 
No more my love fhall weep and wafte in fighs; 
Be chearful, Thyrfis, and again adorn 
With lively mirth thy foul for my return ; 
And then embrac'd me, O 'twas heaven to hear**! 
Starting, I wake, and find ho Celia there. 
To my lips than nectar fweeter, 
Wherefoe,'er I turn my eyes, 
Only thee I view, dear creature, 

Ev'ry other object dies. 
Still thy charming form is playing, 
Whether foft reclin'd by flreams, 
Or through mining crouds I'm flxaying* 
When dinolv'd in fleeting dreams. 


Hen I was a maiden of twenty, 

And my charms and my lovers were plenty 

of 'SONGS. 

Ah ! why did I ever fay no ? 
KoW the fwains, though I court them, all fly me ; 
•I figh, but no lover comes nigh me ; 

Ye virgins, be warn'd by my wo. 

^| ! # 

REclin'd at eafe on this foft bed, 
With fragrant leaves of myrtle fpread, 
And flow'ry lote, I'll now refign 
My cares, and quaff the rofy wine. 
In decent robe, behind him bound, 
Cupid mall ferve the goblet round : 
For faft away Our moments ileal, 
Like the fwift chariot's rolling wheel-. 
The rapid courfe is quickly done, 
And loon the race of life is run ; 
Then, then, alas ! we droop, we die. 
And funk in diffolution lie ; 
Our frame no fymmetry retains, 
Nought but a little dufl: remains. 
Why on the tomb are odours fhed ? 
Why pour'd libations to the dead ? 
To me, far better, while I live, 
Rich wines, and balmy fragrance give i 
Now, now, the rofy wreath prepare, 
And hither call the loveiy fair. 
Now, while I draw my vital, breath. 
Ere yet I lead the dance of death, 
For joy, my forrows I'll refign, 
And drown my cares in rofy wine, 


GO, lovely rofe, 
Tell her that wafles her time and me ; , 
That now fhe knows, 
When I refemble her to thee, 
How fweet and fair fhe feems to be. 

Tell her that's young, 
And (huns to have her graces fpy'd, 

That hadfl thou fprung 
In deferts, where no men abide, 
Thou mult have uncommended dy'd. 

Small is the worth 
Of beauty from the light retir'd : 

Bid her come forth, 
SufTer herfelf to be defxr'd, 
And not blufli fo to be admir'd. 

A Beauteous face, fifle fhape, engaging air, 
J. 1l With ail the graces that adorn the fair ; 
If thefe could fail their fo accuftom'd parts, 
.And not fecure the coiiqueft of our hearts, 
Sylvia has yet a vafl referve in ilore ; 
At fight we love, but hearing, wdk adore. 

There falls continual mufic from her tongue ; 
The wit of Sappho, with her artful jEpng. 
From firens thus we lofe the power to fly, 
We liiten for the charm, and fray to die. 
Ah ! lovely nymph, I yield, I am undone ; 
your voice has finilh'd what your eyes begun , 

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GIve me more love, or more difdain ; 
The torrid or the frozen zone 
Brings equal eafe unto -my pain, 

The temperate affords me none ; 
Either extreme of love or hate, 
Is fweeter than a calm efiate. 

Give me a ftorm, if it be love. 

Like Danae in a golden mower;, 
"I fwim in pleafure ; if it prove 

Difdain, that torrent will devour 
My vulture hopes ; and he's poffefs'd 
Of heav'n, that's but from hell releas'd : 
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain ; 
Give me more love, or more difdain. 

A Gentle warmth comes o'er my heart ; 
Short pleafmg fighs to blow the fire. 
Beauty and youth can ne'er want art, 
To heighten eager love's defire. 

I figh, and me trembles ; 

Yet her eyes mew fome joy, 
-Which me'd fain diflemble, 

By feeming more coy. 

sPrithee, be no more coy, 

Prithee, Cynthia, my dear, 
We were made to enjoy 

The fweet pleafure we fear, 

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GIve me but a friend and a glafs, boys, 
I'll mew ye what it is to be gay ; 
I'll not care a fig for a lafs, boys, 
Nor love my brifk youth away : 
Give me but an honeft fellow, 
That's pleafanter when he is mellow, 
"We'll live twenty-four hours a-day. 

'Tis woman in' chains does bind, boys, 
But 'tis wine that makes us free ; 

'Tis woman that makes us blind, boys, 
But wine makes us doubly fee. 

The female is true to no man, 

Deceit is inherent in woman, 
But none in a brimmer caQ be. 

^*Ome, my dear, whilft youth confpires 

*^ With the warmth of our delires ; 

Envious time about thee watches, 

And fome grace each minute matches : 

Now a fpirit, now a ray, 

From thy eye he ffceals away ; 

Now he blafts fome blooming rofe, 

Which upon thy frefh cheek grows 5 

Gold now plunders in a hair ; 

Now the rubies doth impair 

Of thy lips, and with fure hafte 

All thy wealth will take at laft ; 

Only that of which thou mak'ir. 

Ufe in time, from time thou tak'ft. 

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AS archers .and fidlers, who cunningly know 
The way to procure themfelves merit, 
Will always provide 'em two firings to their bow, 
And follow their bufmefs with fpirit j 

So likewife the provident damiel mould do, 
Who'd make the belt ufe of her beauty ; 

If the mark ftie would hit, or her leflbn pais thro', 
Two lovers mult ftill be on duty. 

Thus arm'd againft chance, and fecurc of fupply, 

So far our revenge we may carry ; 
One fpark for our fport we may jilt and fet by, 

And t' other, poor foul ! we may marry. 


WHile roles round our temples twine, 
We'll gaily quaff the fparkling wine 5 
And lo ! the love-alluring fair, 
Her thyrfis brandifhes in air, 
With cluft'ring ivy wreath'd round, 
Whofe branches yield a ruffling found ; 
With graceful eafe her fteps fhe fuits 
To notes of foft Ionian lutes. 
A youth, whofe hair luxuriant flows 
In curls, with breath ambrofial blows 
The well-pair'd pipes, and, fweetly clear, 
Pours melting muiic on the ear. 
Here Cupid too, with golden hair, 
And Bacchus, ever young and fair, 
With Cytherea, who infpires 
Delightful thoughts and warm deflres, 
Gay fmiling join the feftive train, 
And make an old man young again. 


COme, Stoic, come, thou proud philofopher, 
Thou, thou that art fo cold, and fo fevere ; 
Who with vain gravity difeas'd, 
Art To afraid of being pleas'd ; 
Come, liften, liften to our tuneful ftrains, 
View the delightful nymphs, and ravifh'd fwains. 
Poor, loft philofopher ! 
How wilt thou find thy paflions here ? 
How wifh thyfelf all eye, and wifh thyfelf all ear ? 
Come, Stoic, come thou proud philofopher, 
Thou, thou that art fo cold and fo fevere. 

Who fo fevere, whom mufic cannot charm ? 
So cold, whom beauty cannot warm? 
But when both, both are combining, 
Both united forces joining, 
Then what madnefs 'tis to arm ! 
When fo kind too is th' alarm, 
And fuch foftnefs does impart, 
Such gladfome tremblings to the heart. 

Who fo fevere, whom mufic cannot charm i 
So cold, whom beauty cannot warm ? 

Let loofe thy foul to joy ; 
Nor call what pleafes thee a toy. 
Fool he, that wants to be above 
■Gay delight, and gentle love ! 
Fool, againft himfelf contriving, 
Who, with kindly nature ftriving, 
Quarrels with the fweets of living, 

Let loofe thy foul to joy, 
Nor call what pleafes thee a toy. 

Virtue, the miftrefs of thy care, 
Is but a part of good ; 

of SONGS. 

Pleafure's the refl ; is lovely fair, 
And would be wifely woo'd. 
Cheat not thyfelf of blifs wa§ meant thee ; 
But take, take all kind fate has fent thes. 

Grand Chorus. 

All, all at fav'rite hours improve, 
Deal in mufic, deal in love ; 

All thy- faculties employ, 
To treat thy jolly nature high j 

Ev'ry fenfe allow its joy, 
And ev'ry joy its luxury. 
Let not age have to complain, 
That neglected youth was vain, 
Its pleafures an untafled flream ; 

Let not time, when 'tis gone, 

Say that nothing was done, 
And life fcarce fo good as a dream. 


TT^Orgive me, Chloe, if 1 dare 
JL Your conduct difapprove ; 
The gods have made you wondrous fair, 
Not to difdain, but love. 

Thofe nice pernicious forms defpife, 
That cheat you of your blifs; 

Let love iaftruct' you to be wile', 
Whilft youth and. beauty is. 

Too late you will repent the time 

You lofe by your difdain ; 
The flave& you fcorn now in your prime, 

You'll ne'er retrieve again. 


But, when thofe charms fhall once decay, 

And lovers difappear ; 
Defpair and envy will repay 

Your being now fevere. 

Eauty now 'alone (hall move him, 
Mars lTiall know no joy but love, 
Let the wifer gods reprove him. 
Melting kiffes, 
Mutual blifles, 
Beauty charming, 
Love alarming, 
Raife the foul to joys above l 

FOrgive, fair creature, form'd to pleafe, 
Forgive a wond'ring .youth's defrre ; 
Thofe charms, thofe virtues, when he fees, 
How can he fee, and not admire"? 

While each the other ilill improves, 
The f aireft face, the faireil mind ; 

Not, with the proverb, he that loves. 
But he that loves you not, is blind. 

INchanted by your voice and face, 
In pleafmg dreams I fainting lie : 
I bleed, fair nymph, I bleed apace, 
And, oh, I ianguifri ! oh, I die I 

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Sing, fair nymph, and jet your. eyes. 

Upon your proftrate (lave be &e4.; 
An angel's face, an angel's voice, 

Whene'er they pleafe can raife the dead. 


FIE ! Celia, fcorn *he little arts 
Which meaner beauties ule, 
Who think they can't fecuteHQuf- feearts, 
Unlefs they fliU refofe ; 

Are. coy. and <hy, will frown, 
To raife our paflions higher ; 

But when the poor delight is known, 
It quickly palls defire. 

Come, let's not trifle time away, 
Or flop you know not why ; 

Your blufhes and your eyes betrfly 
What death ^ou mean to <&e ! 

Let all your maiden fears be gene, 
And iove no more be croft j 

Ah ! Celia, when the joys are known, 
You'll curfe the minutes loft, 

IF wine and xnufic have the pow'r 
To eafe the ficknefs of the foul ; 
Let Phoebus ev'ry firing explore, 
And Bacchus fill the fprightly bowl. 

Let them their friendly aid employ, 
T® make my Chloe's abfence light ; 

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And feek for pleafure, to deftroy 
The forrows of this live-long tiight. 

But me to-morrow will return ; 

Venus, be thou to-morrow great ; 
Thy myrtles ftrow, thy odours burn, 

And meet thy fav'rite nymph in flate. 

Kind goddefs, to no -other pow'rs 
Let us to-morrow's blefling own : 

Thy darling lovgs mall guide the hours, 
And all the day be thine alone. 

COme, let us drink, 
'Tis in vain to think," 
Like fools, on grief or fadnefs j . 
Like our money fly, 
And our forrow die, 
AH worldly care is madnefs 

But wine and good chear 

Will, m fpite of our fear, 
Inlpire our hearts with mirth, boys 5 

The time we live 

To wine let us give, 
Since all muft turn to earth, boys; 

Hand about the bowl, 

The delight of my foul, 
And to my hand commend it ; 

A fig for chink, 

s Twas made to buy drink, 
And before we go hence well ipend it. 

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FAR from thee be anxious care, 
And racking thoughts that vex the great $ 
Empire's but a gilded mare ; . - , 

And fickle is the warrior's fate. 
One only joy mankind can know, 
And love alone can that.befiow. 

/^Ome, let's be merry, 

V>* While we've gppd Iherry \ 

Come, let's be airy, - 

Sprightly and gay. - *' ^ 

Good wine's a pleafure, 
The only treafure 
f hat makes us joyful, 

By night or day. 

Wine makes us jolly, 
Cures melancholy, 
prowns all our folly, 

Makes our hearts glad $ 
While we're poflefling 
That glorious bleffing* 
Oood wine carefling, 

Let's not be fad. 

PEar no^, dear love, that I'll reveal 
Thofe hours of pleafure we two fteal ; 
No eye fhall fee, nor yet the fun 
Befcry what thou and I have done ; 
]S T o ear fhall hear our love, but we 
As filent as, the night fhall be : 

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The god of love himfelf, whofe: dart 
Did iirft wound mine, and then thy heart, 
Shall never know what we can- tell, 
What fweets in ftol'n embraces dwelt; 
This only means may find it out, 
If, when I die, phyficians doubt 
WJiat caus'd my death, and then, to view 
Of ali their judgments which was tru^ 
Rip up my heart, oh ! then 1 fear 
The world will fee thy picture tte£. 

LET wifdom boalt her mighty pow'r^ 
With pamon ftill at irrife ; - - 

Yet love is, lure, the fovereign flQw'r 5 
The fweet perfume of life.-'-' 

The happy breeze that fwelfe the fail, 

Whai quite becalm'd they lie ; 
The drop, that will the heart regalfc, 

And fparkle in the eye. ; 

The fun that makes us to delight, 

And drives die Ihades away ; 
The dream that chears our dreary night-, 

And makes a brighter day. 

But if, alas ! it wrongly feize, 

The cafe is twice as bad ; 
This how'r, fun, drop, or dream, or breea*, 
' Will drive a blockhead mad, 

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KInu relief in all my pain, 
Jolly Bacchus !. hear my. pray 'r> 
Vengeance on th' ungrateful fair ; 
In thy fmiling cordial bowl, 
Drown the forrows of. my ibul ; 
All thy deity employ, 
Gild each gloomy thought with joy* 
Jolly Bacchus I fave, oh ! fave. 
From the deep, devouring grave, 
A poor, defpairing, dying twain, 
Hafte away, 
Haite away, 
Lam thy tygers, do not flay, 
I'm undone if thou delay. 
If I view tfrofe eyes once more, 
Still mail love, and itill adore, 
And be more wretched, than before, 
See the glory round hex face I 
See her move ! 
With what a grace ! 

Ye gods above ! 4 

Is me not one of your immortal race. I 
Fly, ye winged Cupids, fly, 
Dart like light'ning through the fky« 
Would ye in marble temples dwell, 
The dear one to my arms compel ; 
Bring her in bands of myrtle ty'd, 
Bid her forget, and bid her hide 
All her fcorn, and all her pride, 
Would ye that your Have repay 
A fmoking hecatomb each day ; 

O reftore 
The beauteous goddefs I adore ! 


reftore ! with all* her charms, 
The faithlefs vagrant tp my arms-. 

TO me the wanton girls infulting fay, 
Here in this glafs thy fading bloom furvey ; 
Jufl on the verge of life, 'tis equal quite, 
Whether my locks are black, pr filver white; 
Rofes around my fragrant brows I'll twine, 
,£nd diflipate anxieties in wine. 


OGoddefs;! moft rever'd above, 
Bright parent of almighty Love, 
Whofe pow'r th' immortal gods confefs> 
Hear, and approve my fond addrefs : 
In melting foftnefs I thy' doves, putvie, 
Then teach me like thy fwans to fmg and fly j" 
So I thy vot'ry will for "ever l?e, _ : , : 
My fong, my life I'll confecrate to thee. 


Give me numbers ftrong and fweet,. 
:,; Glowing language, pointed wit ; 
Words that might a Veftalmove, - 
And melt a frozen heart to love.. - : 

£id, bid thy blind boy . _. 

All his vigour employ"; 
On his wings would I ibar up to faine : 

'Tis but juft, if he fcorch 

My breafl with his torch, ' '--• 

In. my wit too he kindle a flame* 

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Trophies to chaftity let others rahe, 

In notes as cold as the dull thing they praife, 

To rage like mine more fprightly themes belong; 

Gay youth infpires, and beauty claims my long ; 

Me all the little loves and graces own ; 

For I was born to wqrfhip them alone. 


Tell not me the joys that, wait .. 
On him that's rich, on him that's great : 
Wealth and wifdom I defpffe ; 
Cares furround the -rich- and wije. 
No, ho, — let love, let life be minei ; 
Bring me women, bring me wine. 
Speed the dancing hours away,- 
And mind not what the 'grave Ones lay s 
Speed, and gild 'em as they fly> 
With love and freedom, wit and joy : 
Bus'nefs, title, pomp, and ftate, 
Give 'em to the fools I hate. 

SUE venal Belinda to grant you the blefling 
As Jove courted Danae, or vain's your addreiling \ 
For love, lhe aflerts, all that's gen'rous inlpires, 
And therefore rich tokens of love lhe requires. 

Such fuitors as nothing but ardours are boafting, 
Will ne'er reach Elyfium, but ever be coaltirig, , 
Like pennyleis ghofts, deny'd pafTage by Charon, 
They'll find, without fee, unrelenting the fair one. 


But give me the nymph not ungrateful to wooing, 
Who love pays with love, and careiTes with cooing, 
By whom a true heart is accepted as'fterling, 
And Cupid alone makes her lover her darling. 

LET 'em cenfure : what care t ? 
'the herd of critics I defy. 
Let the wretches know, I write 
Regardlefs of their grace or ff>ite. 
No, no ; the fair, the. gay, the youqgy 
Govern the numbers of my' long. 
All that they approve is' fweet ; 
And all ii fenfe that they repeat 

Bid the warbling Nine retire : 
Venus, firing' thy ferrant's- lyre; 
Love (hall be my endlefs theme : 
Pleafure fhall triumph *> ? er fame : 
And when thefe maxims I decline; 
Apollo, may thy fate .be mine : 
May I gfafp at empty praife, 
And lofe the tiymph to gain the bays?. 

TO make &e- beverage divine 
Mingle fweet rofes with the wine ; 
Delicious will the liquor prove, 
For rofes are the flow'rs of love : 
And while with wreaths of rofes crownM, 
Let laughter and the cup go round. 
Hail, lovely rofe ! - to thee I fmg, 
Thou fweeteft daughter of the fpring : 

, of SONGS. i<5o 

All mortals prize thy beauties bright ; 
In thee the pow'rs above delight. 
Gay Cupid, with the Graces bland, 
When lightly bounding hand in hand ; 
With nimble feet he beats the ground, 
Shows his bright locks with rofes crown'd. 
Here then the flow'ry garland biing 5 
With numbers rweet I'll wake the fixing, 
And crown'd with rofes, heav'nly flow'rs, 
Admitted, Bacchus, to thy bow'rs, 
With fnowy-bofom'd Sappho gay, 
I'll dance the feather'd hours away. 


THE faithlefs Thefeus fcarce had got on bbard, 
When Ariadne wak'd, and mifs'd her lord ; 
Sudden fhe rofe, and to the beach me flew, 
And law his veffel leffening to her view : 
She fmote her breaft, fhe rav'd, and tore her hair> 
Then in fbft plaints fhe vented her defpair. 

A 1 R. 

Ah! Thefeus, Thefeus, flay; 

Ceafe, ye winds, to blow ; 

Kind Neptune, ceafe to flow ; 
• Nor waft my love away : 

Ah ! whither wilt thou go ? 

Could I ferve thee fb ? 
Ah, Thefeus ! tell me why you fly 
From her. who gave you power to fly ? 



The jolly god who rules the jovial bowl^ 
Bacchus, whole- gifts reanimate the foul,. 
Heard, and beheld poor Ariadne's grief. 
And gently thus adminifter'd relief. 


Ceafe, lovely nymph, to weep, 

Wipe off that falling tear ; - ' 

Though Thefeus plough the deep, 

You've ftill a lover here. 
I am Bacchus, god of wine, 

God of revelry and joy ; 
If Ariadne will be mine, 

Mirth fnall ev'ry hour employ.. 
Come, Silenus, fill a cup" 

Of my choiceit cordial draught '; 
Fill it, man ; why, fill it up, I 

'Twill banifh ev'ry gloomy thought 5 
Fill it higher to the brink, 
Gome, my lovely mourner, drink. 


With foft reluctance fhe at laft comply'd; 
And to her lips the neclar'd cup appiy'd ; 
The potent draught, with more than magic art, 
Flew through her veins, and leiz'd her yielding hear?. 
In wine ambrofial all her cares were drown'd, 
And with fuccefs the jovial god was crown'd ; 
While old Silenus> as he reel'd along, 
Thus entertain'd them with his frolic fang. 

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Learn hence, ye fond maidens, who droop, and who 

Learn hence, ye fond lovers, the virtue of wine ; 
Let the nymph that's forfaken for one that's more fair, 
Take a comforting glafs, and drown all defpair. 
Let the fond youth, who would win the coy maid, 
Inftead of his Cupid feek Bacchus's aid ; 
Jolly Bacchus ne'er fails in performing his part, 
Let him gain the head, and you'll foon gain the heart. 

IN vain a thousand Haves have try'd 
To overcome Clarinda's pride : 
Pity pleading, 
JLove perfuading, 
When her icy heart is thaw'd, 
Honour chides, and ftraight fhe's aw'd, 
Fooiifh creature, 
Follow nature, 
Wafte not thus your prime ; 
Youth's a treafure, 
Love's* a pleafufe, 
Both deftroyed by time. 

BAcchus, to arms, the enemy's at hand, 
Laura appears ; If and to your glalTes, fland, 
The god of love, the god of wine defies, 
Behold him in full march in Laura's eyes. 


Bacchus, to arms, and to refill: the dart, 
JLach with a faithful brimmer guard his heart. 

Fly, Bacchus, fly, there's treafon in the cup, 
For love comes pouring in with ev'ry drop ; 
I feel him in my heart, my blood, my brain ; 
Fly, Bacchus, fly, refinance is in vain ; 
Or, craving quarter, crown a friendly bowl 
To Laura's health, and give Up all thy foul. 

ALL compliance apart, 
I examin'd my heart 
Laft night, as I laid me to reft ; 
And, methinks, I'm inclin'd 
To a change of my mind, 
For, you know, fecond thoughts are the. belt* 

To retire from the croud, 

For to make ourfelves good, 
By avoiding ev'ry temptation, 

Is in truth to reveal, 

What we ought to conceal, 
That our paiiions want fome regulation, 

It will much more abound 

To our praife, to be found, 
Ja a world fo prolific of evil, 

Unpolluted and pure, 

Though not fo demure, 
As to wage open war with the devil, 

So bidding farewell 
To all thoughts of a cell, 
I refplve on a militant life ; 

of SONGS, 173 

And if brought to diftrefs, 
Why, then, I'll confefs, 
And do penance in fhape of a wife. 

>V\>-./\/K/ ••..•♦•..••• \,</ \."\/ ••;>-•• ••..'*•..••• '...•♦%..• '•./♦V W \.'»'. 

YE belles, and ye flirts, and ye pert little things, 
Who trip in this frolickibme round, 
Pray tell me, from whence this indecency iprings, 

The fexes at once to confound ; 
What means the coek'd hat, and the mafculine air, 

With each motion defign'd to perplex ? 
Bright eyes were intended to languifl.1, not flare, 
And foftnefs the tefl of your fex. 

The girl who on beauty depends for fupport, 

May call ev'ry art to her aid : 
The bofom difplay'd, and the petticoat lliort, 

Are famples flie gives of her trade. 
But you, on whom fortune indulgently fmiles, 

And whom pride has preferv'd from the fhare s 
Should fiily attack us with coynefs and wiles, 

Not with open and infolent air. 

The Venus, whole ftatue delights all mankind,- 

Shrinks modeitly back from the view, 
And kindly mould feem by the artift defign'd 

To ferve as a model for you. 
Then learn widi her beauties to copy her air, 

Nor venture too much to reveal ; 
Our fancies will paint what you cover With care, 

And double each charm you conceal. 

The blufhes of morn, and the mildnefs of May, 
Are charms which no art can procure ; 


Oh ! be but yourfelves, and our homage we pay, 

And your empire is fblid and fure. 
But if Amazon-like you attack your gallants, 

And put us in fear of our lives, 
You may do very well for fitters and aunts, 

But, believe me, you'll never be wives. 

BEauty gilds the blufhing morn, 
Hangs the dew-drop on the thorn ; 
Paints the rofe in richeft bloom, 
That fills the air with fweet perfume ; 

But fweet perfume, 

Nor rofe in bloom, 

Nor dew-drop bright, 

Nor morning-light 

In charms can vie . 

With woman's eye. 
In woman's eye we raptur'd view, 
Beauty at once and pleafure too. - 

TEll me, dear charmer, tell me why, 
All other joys h quickly clcy ; 
All but the joys of loving thee, 
And they, alone immortal be ; 
They neither dull the mind nor fenfe^ 
Nor lofe their pleafmg influence. 

For ever I, with fierce defire, 
Could gaze on thee, and never tire ; 

of SONGS. '*7S 

My ravifh'd ears could, all 'day long, 
Feaft on the mufic of thy tongue ; 
And when that fails, yet (till in you 
1 fomething find that's always new. 


Whilst Wanton Cupids round me fly, 
And charm my foul with new defire ; 
In vain to Bacchus I apply ; 

For wine ftill makes the flame grow higher. 

To ftruggle farther 'twere in vain, 

Or of my fate complain : 
None the true joys of love can tafte, i - \ 

But thofe who meet with pain. 

FAir Chloe my breaft fb alarms, 
From her pow'r I no refuge can find; 
If another I take in my arms, 

Yet my Chloe is then in my mind; : - 
Unblefs'd with the joy, fall a pleafure I want, 
Which none but my Chloe, my Chloe can grant. 

Let Chloe but fmile, I grow gay, 

And 1 feel my heart fpring with delight ; 

On Chloe I could gaze all the day, ' 
And Chloe do wifh for each night. 

Unblefs'd with the joy, flill a pleafure I 'want,* 

Which none but my Chloe, my Chloe' can grant. 

Oh! did Chloe but know how I love,: _ 
And the pleafure of loving again; 


My paflion her favour would move, 

And in prudence fhe'd pity my pain : 
Good-nature and int'reft mould both make her kind, 
For the joy ifhe might give, and the joy me might find, 

'Ere I to chufe the greateft blifs 
That e'er in love was known, 
'T would be the higher!: of my wifh, 

T' enjoy your heart alone. 
Kings might poffefs their kingdoms free, 

And crowns unenvy'd wear ; 

They mould no rival have of me, 

Might I reign monarch there. 

CHloe found Aminta lying 
All in tears upon the plain, 
Sighing to himfelf, and crying, 
Wretched I, to love in vain. 
Kifs me, dear, before my dying, 

Kifs me once, and eafe my pain ; 
Ever icorning,' and denying 

To reward y©ur faithful lwain. 

Chloe, laughing at his crying, 

Told him, that he lov'd in vain ; 

But repenting, and complying, 
When he kifs'd, me kifs'd again ; 

.Kifs'd him once before his dying, 
Kifs'd him up, and eas'd his paiov 

Y_ of SO N*G- % ijj 

VTT^Ss love that makes -all nature gay,- 

■*■ All creatures can rejoice ; 
A thoufand pleafures round him play, 

And mufic in his voice. - 

The feather'd choir in ev'ry grove 1 , 

Stretch out their warbling throats \ 
And tell their little tales of love, 

In wild harmonious notes. 

Hafte, Celia, hide the grand defign 

Of nature to approve ; ; 

Let's in the world's great chorus join*- 

In unifon of love. 

NO woman her envy can {mother, 
Though never {q vain of her charms ; 
If a beauty flie fples in another, 
The pride of her heart it alarms. 

New conquefb (he flill muft be makings 

Or fancies her power grows lefs ; 
Her poor little heart is flill aching, 

At fight of another's fuccefs. 

But nature defign'd, in love to mankind, 

That different beauties mould move ; 
Still pleas'd to ordain, none ever mould reign 

Sole monarch in empire of love. 

Then learn to be wife, new triumphs defpife, 
And leave to your neighbours their due *, 

If one cannot pleafe, you'll find by degrees, 
You'll not be contented with two. 



HEavy r8albner, talk no more, 
Give me Celia o'er and o'er, 
Give me raptures, give me pleafure, 
Beyond reafbn, without meafure ; 
My youthful ardour ihall be fed with gay defir'e* 
And ev'ry circling year add fewel to the fire. 

't'he fleepy image of thy brain 
Shall only o'er its dreamer reign, 
The impious apprehend no joys above 5 
Nor canft thou juflly think of love ; 
Befides themfelves, the gods alone can know 
The joys that from confenting lovers flow. 


OW infipid were Ufa without thofe delights 
In which jolly brilk youths fpend their days and 
their nights ? 
Unhappy, grave wretches, who live By falfe meaiure, 
And for empty, vain fhadows refufe real pleafure : 
To fuch fools, while vail joys on the. witty are waitings 
Life's a tedious, long journey, Without ever baiting.. 

F <wid could lengthen life, I {wear, 
It then fhaul&"t>e my chiefefl care: 
To get a heap, that I might fay, 
When death came to demand his pay, 
Thou Have, take this, and go thy way; 

But fince life is not to be bought, 

Why fliculd I plague myfelf for nought $ 

ot s o n g s^ tdy 

@r fooli&ly difturb the fldes 

With vain complaints or fruitless cries |; 

For if the fatal deftinies 

Jiave all decreed it mould be ib, 

What good will gold or crying do ? 

Crive me, to eafe my thirty foul, 
The joys and comforts ,of the bowl 5 
Freedom and health, and whiift i live-, 
Xet me not want what love can give, 
Then mall I die in peace, and have 
This confolation in the grave, 
That once I had the world my Have, 

IF you'd court the joy won't leave you 3 
Pay your vows at Bacchus' mrines 
<J)ther pleafures will deceive you, 
Truth is only found in wine, 
|f you'd court, <bc t 

Jjet the puny, {heaking lover 

Bow to Cupid like a fool % 
Juft experience will dilcover, 

He's no more than woman's tooL 
He's no more, &c. 

Bring more wine then, charge the glalles^ 
Let 'em flow with gen'rous red ; 

jprown a thoufand loving afles, 
Then in triumph march to bed* 

Bring more, 6c. 

Z z ■ -. : ■ H 


LET the am'rous coxcomb adore a fair face,- - v 
An hour's enjoyment makes him look like an fe$£ 
Let the filly, vain fop to honours afpire, 
He burns with the torments of boundlefs deilre. 

And let the old mifer hoard up his curs'd pelf, 
He enriches his bags, but beggars himfelf. 
The lover, th' ambitious, and mifer, are fools, 
There's no folid joy but in jolly full bowls. 

LET the waiter bring clean glaffes, 
With frefh fupply of wine ; 
For I fee, by all your faces, 
In my wifhes you will join. 

It is not the charms of beauty 

Which I purpofe to proclaim t 
We a while will leave that duty, 

For a more prevailing theme. 

To the health I'm now propofing, 

Let's have one full glafs at leafl ; 
No one here can think't impaling, 

' Tis the founder of our feaft. 

That I was }roimg again, 
I'd frill: it beyond meafure, 
Kifs, and dance, and fport amain ? 
And wanton it at kiiure. 
Free ani gay, 
I'd pals the day, 

©f SONG D« ?8r 

At night I'd hug my treafure ; 

Then I'd bed, 

But never wed, 
For marriage damps the pleafure. 


LOve m her eyes fits playing, 
And iheds delicious death ; 
Love in her lips is ftraying, 

And warbling in her breath. 
Love on her breaft fits panting, 
And fwells with foft defire ; 
No grace, no charm is wanting, 
To fet the heart on fire, 

FIll, fill the bowl with Sparkling wine. 
The joyous, rich repafl: prepare ; 
Prink, drink, my friends, and ne'er repine, 

Of fortune's frowns let others mare : 
Thofe fhe exalts are but her fport, 

The play- things of her fickle mind ; 
And thofe who moft her favours court, 
i Are in her gifts the moit behind.' 

Then unconcern'd let life glide on, 

Let mirth employ the prefent hour, 
For ere to-morrow's -rifing fun, 

The fates may from -our pow'r. 
Drink on, and pufh the glafTes round, 

Let hope to-day prevent deipajr ; 

z%z A COfckECTMON 

Let mirth, and joy, sad wine abound, -.; ^ 

To-morrow is not worth our care. 

"^Hf/HiLE o'er his bags the fordid (lave, ^ 

» » Or o'er his books the. Jophift grave 
Improves the coffer or the mind, 
But, ah ! no happinejs can find ; 
Such the effects of vain delire, 
Still wanting what we can't acquire* 

f V \s "...••• \S \.'' V V V V V tJ W '*«••* V X/V '%/ V V V *A 

T3^ liticans ma y p rate 

X On affairs of the.flate, 
And wrangle and make a great rout ; 

But our voices we'll join - : - -■ 

In the praife of good wine, 
So, my 'friends, pufh the bottle about, 

:/ JBraveboy^ - : - 

So my friends, -fee, . 

*Tis this makes us bold, "~ 

And will keep out the cold; ' -- 
Such virtues in claret combine ; ; , ~ ' 

While the flafk is in view. 

Our. joys are ftill new, - 
Aud our cares are all drpwn'd in good wins,. 

Brave boys.. 

That fellow's an afs, 

Who would fneak from his-.glafe,. 

of SONGS. iSj 

$6r fbme infolent Chloe to whine ; 

Let him come no more here, 

For by Bacchus I fwear, 
He's .'got worthy to tafle of our wine, 

Brave boys. 

1*he nectar of old, 

That fo much is extoll ? 3, , 

Which the deities drink when they dine, 

Let none hence deceive ye, 

For, if you'll believe me, 
Their ne&ar's no more than good wine, 

Brave boys. 

YE national fchemers, a while give me leave, 
A fcheme I'll advance that ( one deceive j 
No humbug I mean, fet on foot by the great, 
Tho' a lottery's my fcheme, it is not of the ftate. 

No- hazards your tickets- divide into (hares, 

To plunder your pockets and heighten your cares, 

No blanks to come defign, 

The wheel is good humour'd, the prize is good wine. 

From a fcheme fuch as this, what delight muft accrue 
To a people who always give Bacchus his due ? , 
Choice god of the grape, by thy virtues infpir'd, 
The caufe I'll relate you, fojufrlyadmir'd. 

'Tis> wine gives that freedom we always maintain. 
The Have fill'd with claret defpifes his chain ; 
'Tis wine gives us wit -and ennobles, our fenfe, 
And aids fancy's flight as. new feints commence. 


The hero afpires to conqueft and arms, 
The lover deipifes his miftrefs's charms ; ' 

The preacher delivers his precepts fo fine, 
Replete with the pow*r-giving juice of the wine. - 

Then our lottery attend, all who love frifk and fun, 
You are fure of a prize for no more than a croWn ; 
Apollo and Bacchus here jointly agree, 
To take off the hyp, and renew you with glee. 

Let the vot'ry of Plutus, Who values his pelf) 

To be happy for once,. — -fteal a croWn from himfelf. 

Ye fbns of the turf, leave your trickling and lies, 

The whole courfe is a blank, — - here you are fure of a 

, , prize. 

Ye lovers, ye fops, or whatever may pleafe, 

Leave your fighing and care, here you'll quickly find 

Old and young, great and little, attend to my call, 
This evening we draw, Sir, at — | Comus's hall. 

BEj^eath his ample fliade I lay, 
Defended from the fu] try day ; 
His cooling fruit my thirft afiuag'd, 
And quench 'd the fire that in me rag'd 5 
'Till fated with the lufcious tafte, 
I rofe and blefsM the fweet repair. 


13 At my fweetnefs ever flowing 
"*-* From her dropping lip diftilv 

op SONGS, 185 

flowers on her cheeks are blowing, 
And her voice with mufic thrills. 

Zephyrs o'er the fpices flying, 
Warning fweets from every tree, 

Sick'ning fenfe with odours cloying, 
Breathe not half fo fweet as ihe. 

OFill with cooling juice the bowl ; 
Afluage the fever in my foul ! 
With copious draughts my thirft remove, 
And footh the heart that's fick of love. 

A Rise, my fair, and come away, 
The chearful fpring begins to-day ; 
Bleak winter's gone, with all her train 
Of chilling frofls and dropping rain. 
Amidfl the verdure of the mead 
The primrofe lifts her velvet head. 
The warbling birds, the woods among, 
Salute the feafon with a long. - 

The cooing turtle in the grove, 
Renews his tender tale of love ; 
The vines their infant tendrils fhoct •;. 
The fig-tree buds with early fruit j , /;■> 

All welcome in the genial ray ; - ; \. - 

Arife, my fair, and come away. 


Ogether let ns range the fields, 
Impearled with the morning-dew ; 
A a 


Or view the fruits the vineyard yields, 
Or the apples cluttering bough : 

There, in clofe embowered ttiades, 
Impervious to the noon-tide ray, 

By tinkling rills on rofy beds, 

We'll love the fultry hours away. 

LET me (love) . thy bole afcending, 
On the fwelling clutters feed : 
With my grafp the vine-tree bending, 
In my clofe embrace fhall bleed. - 
Stay me with delicious kiiles, 

.From thy honey-dropping mouth, 
Sweeter than the fummer -breezes, 
Blowing from the genial fouth. 

YE woods and ye mountains unknown, 
Beneath whofepale Ihadows I ftray, 
To the bread of mj charmer alone, 
Thefe fighs bid Iweet echo convey. 

Where-ever he penfively leans, • . - ' 

By fountain, on hill, or in grove, 
His heart will explain what fhe means,. 

Who fings both from fbrrow and love, 

More foft than the nightingale's fong,- 

Oh ! wafc the fad found to his ear.. 
And fay, Though divided fo long, 

The friend of his bofom is near, . 

o* S 0~N G 3. 187 

Then tell him, what years of delight, 

Then tell him, what ages of pain, 
I felt while I liv'd in his fight, 

I feel till I fee him again. 


CUpid, my pleafure, 
Soft love, I thee implore ; 
Bacchus, my treafure, 
Brifk wine I will adore. 

Give me a beautiful maid, 

To blifs my longing arms ; 
Fill me a bumper of red, 

In that I view all charms. 

Without thy joy, 

Life foon would cloy, 
And prove a mere difeafe : ■•■—■:* 

The noble juice 

Will mirth produce, 
And give us eafe. 

The drunken fot, 

That Iwills his gut, - , 

May court and hug his glafs % 

The fneaking fool, 

Proud woman's tool, 
Is but an afs. ••% 

Love, grant me but the fair, 

No other blifs I afk; 
Wine frees us from all care, 

Then bring another flaik. ' 

A a 2 


''TPlS come, my dear Harry, ' ' 

■*- Come, bring us more liquor in % 
Let us never tarry, 

Since revels with us begin. 
Let us tipple on, 
Till the fun and the moon are gone, 

Till our faces outfhine 

Their faces divine, 
And rival the rifmg fun. 

WHen Phoebus the tops of the hills does adorn,, 
How fweet is the found of the echoing bona, ? 
When the antling flag, arous'd by the found, 
Erecting his ears, nimbly fweeps o'er the ground, 
And thinks he has left us behind on the plain, 

But ftill we purfue, 
And now come in view of the glorious game, 

fee how again he rears up his head ! 

And, wing'd with fear, he redoubles his fpeed.- — 
But, O 'tis in vain ! 'tis in vain that he flies, 
That his eyes lofe the huntfman, his ears lofe their -arks j 
For now his firength fails- him, he heavily flies j - 

And he pants, 
Till by well-scented hounds furrouaded h$ dies. 

WHen firfr I fought fair Cselia V love. 
And ev'ry charm was new> 

1 fwore by ail the gods above, ~ 

To be for ever true. 

op SONG S„ t*|f 

But long ifi vain did I adore, 

Long wept and figh'd in vain ; 
She ftill protefted, vow'd, and fwore, 

She ne'er would eafe my pain. 

At laft o'ercome, fhe made me blefs'd, 

And yielded all her charms ; 
And I forfook her, when poflefs'd, 

And fled to others arms. 

But let not this, dear Cadia, now 

Thy breaft to rage incline ; 
For why, iince you forgot your vow, 

Should I remember mine ? 

WHat beauty is, let Strephon. tell : . 
"Who oft has try'd it, laiows it weuV 
Not all the wonders of a face, -- . - .. 

Where nature triumphs" in each grace ; 
Not fnowy breafts, through which is leen 
The purple blood that boils within ; 
Not lips, when wit with eafe beguiles, 
Whilft playfome Cupids dance in fmiles-; 3 - 
Not youth, not fhape, not air, not eyes j 
She only charms me who complies. 

WHen at my nymph's devoted feet, 
Love bids me all my woes repeat, 
Obedient I the god obey ; 
I figh, I weep, complain, and pray j 
In vain 1 figh, in vain implore, 
The teailng fair ilill cries, Encore. 


Oh ! Paphian queen, propitious prove, 
Incline her heart to me and love ; 
Then when encircled in her arms, 
Panting I'll rifle all her charms ; 
May ihe in melting founds implore, 
And cry, Dear Strephon, Oh ! Encore, 

"ITTHen Daphne firft her fliepherd faw, 

" A fudden trembling feiz'd her ; 
Honour her wond'ring looks did awe ; 
She durft not view what pleas'd her. 

When at her feet he fighing lay, 
She found her heart complying ; 

Yet would not to her love give way, 
To lave her fwain from dying. 

The little god flood laughing by, 
To fee her dext'rous feigning ; 

He bid the blufhing fair comply, 
The fhepherd leave complaining. 

\ 7T 7 Hen embracing my friend, 
J * And quaffing champaign. 
Dull phlegmatic fpleen, 

Thou afTault'ft me in vain, 
Dull phlegmatic fpleen, 

Thou afTault'fl me in vain. 

My pleafores flow pure, 

Without taint or alloy ; 
And each glafs that 1 drink 

Infpires with new joy, 

of SONG S, K- 191 

My pleafures thus helghten'd 

No improvement receive, 
But what the dear fight 

Of my Phillis can give ; 
The charms of her eyes, 

The force of my wine, 
Do then in harmonious confed'racy join, 
To rap me with joys, 
To rap me with joys 
Seraphic, feraphic and divine. 

PRithee, Chloe, not fo faft, 
Let's not run and wed in hafte ; 
We've a thoufand things to do, 
You muft fly, and I purfue ; 
You muft frown, and I muft Ugh ; 
I intreat, and you deny. . 
Stay, — if I'm never croft, 
Half the pleafure will be loft. 

Be, or feem to be, fevere. 
Give me reafbn to defpair ; 
Fondnefs will my wifhes cloy, 
Make me carelefs of the joy. . . 
Lovers may ofVcQurfe complain 
Of their trouble, and their pain ; 
But if pain and trouble ceafe, 
Love without it will not pleafe. 




E little loves, that hourly wait, 
To bring from Celia's eyes my fate 5 


Tell her my pain in fofteft %hs, 
And gently whifper, Strephon dies. 

But if that won't her pity move, 
And the coy nymph difdains to love, 
Tell her again 'tis all a lie, 
And haughty Strephon fcorns to die. 

WHen gold is in hand, 
It gives us command, 
It makes us lov'd and refpe&ed : 
'Tis now, as of yore, 
Wit and feme when poor, 
Are fcorn'd, o'erlook'd, and neglected. 

Though peevim and old, 

If women have gold, 
They have youth, good-humour, and beauty ; 

Among all mankind, 

Without it we find, 
Nor love, nor favour, nor duty. 

Pursuing beauty, men defcry 
The diftant fhore, and long to prove 
{Still richer in variety) ; 

The treafure of the land of love. 

We women, like weak Indians, Hand 
Inviting, from our golden coaft, 

The wand'ring rovers to our land ; 
But fhe who trades with 'em is loft. 

of SONG S, 193 

With humble vows they firft begin, 

Stealing, unfeen, into the heart ; 
But by polTeffion fettled in, . 

They quickly act another part. 

For beads and baubles we refign, 

In ignorance, our mining ftore ; 
Difcover nature's richeft mine, 

-And yet the tyrants will have more* 

Be wife, be wife, and do not try, 

How he can court or you be won ; 
For love is but difcovery, 

When that is made, the pleafure's done. 

TAke not the firft refufal ill, v - 

Though now me won't, anon fhe.will : 
She were not woman, if fhe knew ,,,. . v . & 

One moment what the next (he'd do. 
If you'll have patience, (he'll be kind r , ...,-•,■ 
To-day ne'er knew to-morrow's mind,;/: tosl .,,. , , 
Wait till you find her in the cue, 
If you don't afk her, fhe'll alk you. ,.., 

RIng, ring the bar-bell of the world,,., , ... : 

Great Bacchus calls for wine; . : 

Haffe, pierce the globe, its juices drain, 
To whet him ere he dine. 

Have you not heard the bottle cluck, 
WJien firft you have pour'd it forth i 
B b 


The globe (hall cluck as foon as tapp'd, 
To brood fuch ions of worth. 

When this world's out, more worlds we'll have 

Who dare oppofe the call ? 
If we had twice ten thoufand worlds, 

Ere night we'd drink them all. 

See, fee our drawer, Atlas, comes, 

His cafk upon his back ; 
Hafte ! drink and fwill, let's booze amain, 

Till all our girdles crack. 

Apollo cry'd, Let's drink amain, 

Left Time mould go affray. 
We'll make Time drunk, the reft reply'd, 

We gods can make a day. 

Brave Hercules, who took the hint, 

Required Time to drink, 
And made him gorge fuch potions down., 

That Time forgot to think. 

Unthinking Time thus overcome, 

And nonplufs'd in the vaft, 
DilTolv'd in the sethereal world, 

Sigh'd, languifh'd, groan'd his laft. 

Now time's no more, let's drink away ; 

Hang flinching, make no words.; , 
Like true-born Bacchanalian fouls, 

We'll get as drunk as lords. 



r\/lT and' Beauty once contended,.. 

Which mould reiga in Celia's arms ;. 

.of SONG S, Jg 5, 

Both an equal claim pretended 

To be fole monarch of her charms. 

Till at laft they both agreed 

To maintain alternate fway ; 
One by night to blefs her bed, 

And one to win her heart by day. 


SAY, all ye friends, that now are met 
Around this fparkling bowl, 
Does any fad unhappy fate 
Lag heavy on the foul ? 

Does any here the lover mourn 

Of fome imperious fair, 
Who treats his offerings with feorn, 

And kills him with defp.air ? 

Or is there any weary mind 

With poverty fo great, 
As keeps his joys clofe confin'd 

In flavifh goals for debt ? 

If {b, drink twice a fingle fliare, 
Quick tofs the liquor round, 

And you fhall find that ftupid care 
Will prefently be drown'd. 

See, fee the bowl with pleafing fmiles 

Invites us to a blifs ; 
All cloudy forrows it beguiles, 

And flows all happinefs. 

Come join in chorus, to the praife 
Of the- great god of wine i 



O jolly Bacchus ! pow'rful god, 
All happinefs is thine. 

X 7| 7HY we love, and why we hate, 
* ™ Is not granted us to know ; 
Random, chance, or wilful fate, 

Guides the fhaft from Cupid's bow. 

If on me Zelinda frown, 

'Tis madnefs all in me to grieve ; 
Since her will is not her own, 

Why mould I uneafy live ? 

If I for Zelinda die, 

Deaf to poor Mifella's cries, 
Afk not me the reafon why, 

Seek the riddle in the ikies. 

f | "Hat which her flender waift confin'd, 

A Shall now my joyful temples bind ; 
No monarch but would give his crown, 
His arms might do what this has done, 

It my heav'n's extremeft fphere, ' 
The pale which held that lovely deer : 
My joy, my grief, my hope, my love, 
Did all within this circle move ! 

A narrow compafs ! and yet there 
Dwelt all that's. good, and all that's fair ; 
Give me but what this riband bound, 
Take all the reft the fun goes round, 

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SAY, lovely Sylvia, lewd and fair, 
Venus in face and mind, 
Why mull not I that beauty (hare 
You pour on all mankind ? 

That fun which mines promifcuoufly 

On prince and porters heads, 
Why muft it now leave only me 

To languim in the fhades ? 

In vain you cry, you'll fin no more, 

In vain you pray and fait ; 
You'll ne'er perfuade us, till threefcore, 

That Sylvia can be chafte. 

When thus affectedly you cant, 

You're fuch a young beginner, 
You make at beft an awkward faint, 

That are a charming fmner. 

THE danger is over, the battle is pall, 
The nymph had her tears, but me ventured at 
She try'd the encounter, and when It was done, 
She fmil'd at her folly, and own'd fhe has won. 
By her eyes we difcover the bride had been pleas'd ; 
Her blumes become her, her paffion is eas'd ; 
She diffembles her joy, and affects to look down. 
She iighs, 'tis for lbrrow 'tis ended fo foon. 

Appear all ye virgins, both aged and young, 
And you that have carry'd that burthen too long, 
Who've lofc precious time, and you who are lofing, 
Betray'd by your tears 'twixt doubting and chufmg ; 


Draw near, and learn what will fettle your mind, • 
You'll find yourfelves happy when once you are kind j 
Do but wifely refolve the fweet venture to run, 
The lofs will be little, and much to be won. 

THE Macedon youth 
Left behind him this truth, 
That nothing is done with much thinking ;, 
He drunk and he fought, 
Till he had what he fought, 
The world was his own by good drinking. 

He drench'd his brave lbul 

In a plentiful bowl, 
And call: away trouble and forrow ; 

His head never run 

Of what he had done, 
For he car'd not to-day, for to-morrow. 

\ ~K 7HY mould our damn'd tyrants oblige us to live 
* * On the pittance of pleafure which they only give 2 
We mull not rejoice 
"With wine and with noife ; 
In vain we rauft wake in a dull bed alone, 
Whilit to our warm rival the bottle they're gone- 
Then lay afide charms, 
Aud take up thefe * arms. 

'Tis wine only gives their courage and wit, m . 

Becaufe we live fober, to men we fubmit. 

* The glaffee. . - 

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If for beauties you'd pafs, 

Take a lick of the glafs, 
'Twill mend your complexions ; and when they are gone, 
The belt, red we have is the red of the grape. 

Then, filters, lay't on, 

And damn a good fhape. 

WHY, Celia, ftiould you fo much ltrive 
Your kindling paffion to conceal I 
Your lips, though they denial give, 
Yet all your actions love reveal. 

In vain you flrive, in vain, alas ! 

The charming paffion to diiguife ; 
It glows, it blumes on your face, 

And fparkles in your fwimming eyes.. 

Your eyes, thofe emblems of the heart, 

Still contradict whate'er you fay ; 
And though your lips deny the fmart, 

Your eyes are more believ'd than they, 

THink, when to pleafure the powers do invite you, 
Time on the wing is fleeting away ; 
And as the bright feafon of youth does delight you, 

Crown the dear moments with mirth while you may. 
As time approaches by kind advances, 
With truly grateful and free open fancies 

Of longs and briik dances, intreat him to fky„ 
His golden treafure 
Then prudently meafure, 


Let innocent paftime and virtue delight you^ 
Virtue and innocence always are gay ; 
Thole who inherit 
Such fweetnefs of fpirit, 
Live, and enjoy true delights ev'ry day. 

- ' • • s • : s ; : s : : s - -.•.--'• » * 

WHY are your charms by frowns defac'd, 
Too lovely and too coy, 
Since from your lips, with tim'rous hafte, 
I fnatch'd tranfporting joy ? 

Too well I rue the haplefs theft ; 

Too fatal your difdain ; 
I loft, — ah no ! my life is left, 

I feel it by the pain. 

Sure might I tafte another fuch, 

So warm with fierce deiire •, 
My foul, exulting at the touch, 

Would through my lips expire- 
Then, Sylvia, take my parting breathy 

In fuch another kifs ; 
Glut your revenge, and let my death 

Atone the ravifh'd blifs. : 

r I ^O heal the wound a bee had made 

■*■ Upon my Kitty's face, 

Honey upon her cheek fne Iaid p 

And bid me kifs the place. 

of SONGS. 201 

PleasM, I obey'd, and from the wound 

Imbib'd both fweet and fmart, 
The honey on my lips I found, 

The fling within my heart. 


Hilst on Amintor's form I gaze, 
And Men to his voice, 
"Strephon in vain his wealth difplays, 
Love leave? no room for choice. 

But oh, the force of pomp and fhow ! 

How fickle women are ! 
Let but Amintor from me go, 

My eyes for wealth declare. 

Quick then, Amintor, to me fly, 

With boldnefs play thy part ; 
The gaudy prolpett charms my eye, 

But love alone my heart. 

WHAT a pother of late 
Have they kept in the ftate, 
About fetting our confciences free ? i 
A bottle has more 
Difpehfations in ftore 
Than the king and the ftate can decree. 

When my head's full of wine, 
I o'erflow with defign, 
And know no penal laws that can curb me ; 

C c 


Whate'er I advife 
Seems good in my eyes, 
And religion ne'er dares to diflurb me. 

No faucy remorfe 

Intrudes in my courfe, 
Nor impertinent notions of evil ; 

So there's claret in ftore, 

In peace I've my whore, 
Jknd in peace I jog on to the devil. 

TI7Hilst I am caroufmg to chear up my foul, 
" » Oh how I triumph to fee a full bowl ! 

This is the treafure, 

The only pleafure, 
The bleffing that makes me rejoice and fing. 

Thus while I'm drinking, 

Free from dull thinking, 
Then am I greater than the greateft king. 

WHen thy beauty appears, 
In its graces and airs, 
All bright as an angel new dropt from the fky ; 

At diitance I gaze, and am aw' my fears ; 
So ftrangely yon dazzle my eye ! 

But when, without art, 

Your kind thoughts you impart, 
When your love runs in through ev'ry vein, 

When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in jquj« 
heart ; . \ • ; . 

Then I know you're woman again. 

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There's a paffion and pride 

In our fex ((he reply'd) ; 
And thus (might I gratify both) I would do : 

Still an angel appear to each lover befide, 
But ftill be a woman to you. 

WIth horns and with hounds I waken the day. 
And hie ifo my woodland walks away ; 
I tuck up my robe, and am buflan'd loon, 
And tie to my forehead a waxing moon ; 
I courfe the fleet Hag, unkennel the fox 5 
And chafe the wild goats o'er fummits of rocks ; 
With fhouting and hooting we pierce through the fky, 
And echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry. 
With fhouting, &c. 

AT noon one fultry fummer's day, 
The brighteft lady of the May, 
Young Chloris, innocent and gay, 

Sat knotting in a (hade* . 
Each (lender finger play'd its part, 
With fuch activity and art, 
As would inflame a youthful heart, 

And warm the moft decay'd. 
Her fav'rite fwain by chance came by, 
He faw no anger in her eye ; 
Yet when the bafhful boy drew nigh, 

She would have feem'd afraid. 

C c 2 


She let her ivory needle fall, ' 
And hurl'd away the twifted ball ; 
But ftrait gave Strephon fuch a call, 

As would have rais'd the dead. 
Bear, gentle youth, there's none but thee y 
With innocence, I dare be free ; 
By lb much truft and modefty 

No nymph was e'er betray 'd. 
Come, lean thy head upon my lap, 
While thy fmooth cheeks I ftroke and clap, 
Thou mayft fecurely take a nap : 

Which he, poor fool, obey'd. 
She faw him yawn, and heard him more, 
And found him faft afleep all o'er ; 
She figh'd, and could endure no more, 

But ftarting up, ilie faid, 
Such virtue fhall rewarded be ; 
For this thy dull fidelity, 
I'll truft thee with my flocks, not. me; 

Purfue thy graiing trade ; 
Go, milk thy goats, and (hear thy me.ep. 
And watch all night thy flocks to keep j- 
Thou (halt no more be lull'd afleep 

By me, miftaken maid. 

I Had rather enjoy 
A girl that is coy, 
Than one who is eafy perfuaded ; 
For though for a while 
She fcarcely will fmile, 
Yet at length her fort is invaded. 

of SONGS. 205 

When then fhe's poflefs'd, 

You doubly are blefs'd; 
Though from pleafure a while you're confin'd, 

The heart is on fire 

With zealous defire, 
And the joy of a lover refin'd. 

The pleafure's not full, 

But damnably dull, 
When too willing a miftrefs we find 5 

I'd have her firit frown, 

Her paffion difown, 
And begin by degrees to be kind. 

T3 Acchus, god of mortal pleafure, 
■*-' Ever give me thy dear treafure ; 
How I long for t'other quart ! 

Ring, and call the drowfy waiter, 

Hither, 6r. 

Since 'tis no later, 
Why mould good companions part 2 
He that's willing, 
Whip a milling ; 
Follow this example round : 

If you'd wear a lib'ral fpirit, 

Put about, &e. 

Put about the gen'rous claret, 
After death no drinking's found. 



AY that fullen garland by thee, 
Keep it for tli' Elyfian (hade 


Take my wreath of luity ivy, 
Not of that faint myrtle made ; 

When I fee thy foul defcending, ' 
To that cold unfertile plain ; 

Of fad fools the lake attending, 
Thou fhalt wear this, crown again, 


Now drink win?, and know the odds. 
'Twixt that Lethe and the gods. 

Roufe thy dull and drowfy Ipirits, 

Here's the foul-reviving itreams ; 
Tfoe Itupid lover's brain inherits 

Nought but vain and empty dreams ; 
Think not thou thefe difmal trances 

With our raptures can contend ; 
The lad that laughs, and lings, and dances. 

Shall come looneft to- his end. 


Sadnefs may ibme pity move, 
Mirth and courage conquer love. 

Fie, then, on that cloudy forehead, 

Ope thofe vainly croiTed arms : 
Thou mayfl as well call back the buried,. 

As raife love by fuch like charms. 
Sacrifice a glafs of claret, 

To each letter of her name ; 
Gods have oft deicended for it, 

Mortals fure mufl do the fame> 

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Ch oru s. 

If Ihe comes not at that flood, 
Sleep will come, and that's as good, 

CHloe, a coquet in her prime, 
The vaineft fickleft thing alive, 
Behold the itrange effects of time ! 
Marries, and dotes at forty-five. 
So weather-cocks, that for a while 

Have veer'd about with every blafl, 
Grown old, and deftitute of oil, 
Ruft to a point, and fix at laft. 

'His great world is a trouble, 

Where all muff their fortunes bear ; 
Make the moft of the bubble, 

You'll have but neighbours fere. 
Let not jealoufy teafe ye, 
Think of nought but to pleafe ye ; 
What's pail, 'tis but in' vain 
For mortals to wifh again. 

When dull cares do attack ye, 
Drinking will thofe clouds repel ; 

Four good bottles will make ye 
Happy, they feldom fail. 

Jf a fifth ihould be wanted, 

Alk the gods, 'twill be granted. 

Thus, with eafe, you'll obtain 

A remedy for all your pain, 


TX /Hen £rft procreation began, 

* * Ere forms interrupted the blifs, 
Each woman might love any man, 
Each man any woman might kifs. 

The youth who beheld a plump lafs, 
Declar'd in few words his requeft j 

Nor whin'd like an amorous afs, 
Nor ever departed unblefL 

The girl who was ripe for the game, 
Look'd out for a fizeable lad ; 

Then frankly difcover'd her flame, 
And what Ihe demanded, fhe had. 

But while they thus revell'd at large, 
And bantlings increas'd in their kind, 

The mother ftill bore all the charge : — ; 
The father what mortal could find ? 

So when great Semiramis reign 'd, 
And women repin'd at their lot ; 

The queen Matrimony ordain'd, 

That each might maintain what he got. 

While under this petticoat rule, 
The men were oblig'd to fubmit ; 

The wife went abroad, and the fool 
Still own'd all that came in his net. 

The men on this fyitem refin'd ; 

They granted the union for life ; 
But made (their chafte fpoufes to bind) 

The hufband the head of the wife. 

Tradition eftabliih'd the cheat ; 

(Tradition' makes all things divide}, 

of SONGS, $jp§ 

$t aw'd the dull croud ; but the great 
What precept could ever confine ? 

The facred lawgivers of yore, 

And all the old fages of Greece, 
Could flily difpenfe with a fcore, 

Though others had but one apiece. 

*Twas thought for the good of mankind ; 

So into the canons it paft ; 
The mob will for ever be blind ; 

And therefore 'tis likely to laft. 

Still may the decrees of the ftate 

Impofe on an ignorant realm : 
Let us our own charter create, 

And do as they do at the helm. 

When one has the beauty to charm, 

And t' other the manhood to pleafe, 
In love can there be any harm, 

Arifing from motives like thefe ? 

SEE, from the filent grove Alexis flies, 
And feeks, with ever-pleafing art, 
To eafe the pain which lovely eyes 

Created in his heart. 
To mining theatres he now repairs,. 
To learn Camilla's moving airs, 
While thus to mufic's power the fwain addrefs'd his 

Charming founds, that fweetly languim, 
Mufic, oh compofe my anguiih ! 
Ev'ry paffion yields to thee : 
D d 


Phoebus, quickly then relieve me ; 
Cupid fhall no more deceive me ; 

I'll to fprightlier joys be free. 
Apollo heard the foolifh fwain ; 

He knew, when Daphne once he lov'd, 
How weak t'afTuage an am'rous pain, 

His own harmonious harp had prov'd, 
And all his healing herbs how vain. 
Then thus he (hikes the fpeaking firings, 
Preluding to his voice and lings : 
Sounds, though charming, can't relieve thee ; 
Do not, fhepherd, then deceive thee ; 

Mufic is the voice of love. 
If the tender maid believe thee, 
Soft relenting, 
Kind confenting 

Will alone thy pain remove. 

/^Ontrive me, artifan, a bowl 
**^ Of filver, ample as my foul ; 
And in the bright compartments bring 
The fweet profufion of the fpring ; 
Let that fair feafon, rich in flowers, 
Shed rofes in ambrofial mowers ; 
Yet (imply plain be thy defign, 
A feftive banq netting of wine. 
No hieroglyphics let it have ; 
No foreign mylteries engrave : 
Let no blood-thir(fy heroes wield 
Rough armour in the filver field ; 
But draw me Jove's delightful boy, 
Bacchus, the god of wine and joy-; 

■of SONGS, 211 

Let Venus with light ftep advance, 
And with gay Hymen lead the dance, 
Beneath the leaf-embelliih'd vine, 
Full of young grapes that promife wine ; 
Let Love, without his armour, meet 
The meek-ey'd Graces laughing fweet, 
And on the polifh'd plain difplay 
A group of beauteous boys at play ; 
But no Apollo, god of day. 

HOW ftands the glafs around, 
Of which we take no care, my boys ? 

How (lands the glafs around ? 

Let wine and mirth abound, 

The trumpets found ; 
The colours they do fly, my boys ; 

To fight, kill, or wound, 

As you'll be found 
Contented with your chear, my boys, 

On the cold ground. 

Why, foldiers, why 
Should we be melancholy, boys ? 

Why, ibldiers, why, 

Whofe bufinefs is to die ? 

Why figh then ? fie ! 
Damn care, drink on ; be jolly, boys, 

'Tis he, you, or I, 

Cold, hot, wet, or dry, 
We're only doom'd to fall, my boys, 

We fcorn- to fly. 

D d % 


'Tis but in vain, 
I mean not to upbraid you, boys, 

'Tis but in vain 

For foldiers- to complain ; 

The next campaign 
Sends you to him who made you, boys, 

Perhaps in pain ; 

But if we remain, 
A bottle and kind landlady 

Gures all again. 

YOU fay, you love, and twenty more 
Have figh'd, and faid the fame before i 
And yet I fwear, I can't tell how, 
1 ne'er believ'd a man till now. 

r Tis llrange, that I mould credit give 
To words, who know that words deceive^ 
And lay my better judgment by, 
To truft my partial ear or eye. 

'Tis ten to one I had deny'd 

Your fuit, had you to-morrow try'd j. 

But faith, unthinkingly, to-day, 
Myheedlefs heart has gone aftray. 

To bring it back would give me painy 
Perhaps the ftruggfe too were vain ; 
I'm indolent, fo he that gains 
My heart,, may keep it for his pains. 

of SONGS, -213 

LAte the mufes Cupid found, 
And with wreaths of rofes bound. 
Bound him fail, as foon as caught, 
And to blooming Beauty brought. 
Venus with large ranfom ftrove 
To releafe the god of love. 
Vain is ranfom, vain is fee, 
Love refufes to be free. 
Happy in his rofy chain, 
Love with Beauty will remain. 

COme, jolly Bacchus, god of wine, 
Crown this night with pleafure ; 
Let none at cares of life repine, 

To deftroy our pleafure. 
Fill up the mighty fparkling bowl, 
That ev'ry true and loyal foul 
May drink and fing, without controul, 
To fupport our pleafure. 

Thus, mighty Bacchus, fhalt thou bs 

Guardian to our pleafure ; 
That, under thy protection, we 

May enjoy new pleafure : 
And as the hours glide away, 
We'll in thy name invoke their fta^ 
And fmg thy praifes, that we may 

Live and die with pleafure. 

'Ome, all ye jolly Bacchanals, 
f That love to tope good wine, 


Let us offer up a hogfhead 
Unto our matter's fhrine. 

And a-toping we will go, <bt. 

Then let us drink, and never mrink, 

For I'll give a realbn why ; 
s Tis a great fin to leave a houfe, 

Till we've drank the cellar dry. 
And a-toping, 6r. 

In times of old I was a fool, 

I drank the water clear ; 
But Bacchus took me from that rule, 

He thought 'twas too fevere. 
And a-toping, 6r. 

He fill'd a goblet to the brim, 

And bade me take a fup, 
But had it been a gallon-pot, 

By Jove I'd tofs'd it up. 
And a-toping, &c. 

And ever fmce that happy time, 
t~Jood wine has been my cheer ; 

Now nothing puts me in a fwoon* 
But water or fmall beer. 
And a-toping, 6r. 

Then let us tope about, my boys, 

And never flinch, nor fly ; 
But fill our fkins brimful of wine, 

And drain the bottles dry. 
; . And a-toping, <£?. 

of SONGS. 2ij 

SEE what a conqueft. love has made ! 
Beneath the myrtle's amorous made 
The charming, fair Corinna lies, 

All melting in defire, 
Quenching in tears thofe flowing eyes, 
That fet the world on fire. 

What cannot tears and beauty do ? 

The youth by chance came by, and knew 

For whom thole cryftal ftreams did flow ; 

And though he ne'er before 
To her eyes' brightefl: rays did bow, 

Weeps too, and does adore. 

So when the heavens ferene and clear, 
Gilded with gaudy light, appear, 
Each craggy rock, and ev'ry itone 

Their*native rigour keep ; 
But when in rain the clouds fail dowr^ 

The hardeft marbles weep. 

/^Hloe, be wife, no more perplex me, 
^-^ Slight not my love at fuch a rate ; 
Should I your fcorn return, 'twill vex you, 
Love much abus'd, will turn to hate. 

How can fo lovely, fair a creature 
Put on the looks of cold difdain ; 

Women were firft defign'd by nature 
To give a pleafure, and not a pain ; 

Kindnefs creates a flame that's lafting, 
When other charms are fled away ; 

Think then the time we now are wailing ; 
Throw off thofe frowns, and love obey. 


"1 ~K /"Hen trees did bud, and fields were green, 

* * And broom bloom'd fair to fee ; 
When Mary was complete fifteen, 

And love laugh'd in her e'e ; 
Blithe Davie's blinks her heart did move 

To fpeak her mind thus free, 
Gang down the burn, Davie, love, 

And I {hall follow thee. 

Now Davie did each lad furpafs, 

That dwelt on this burnfide ; 
And Mary was the bonnieffc lafs, 

Jufl meet to be a bride ; 
Her cheeks were rofy red and white. 

Her e'en were bonny blue ; 
Her locks were like Aurora bright, 

Her lips like dropping dew. 

As down the burn they took their way, 

What tender tales they faid ! 
His cheeks to hers he aft did lay, 

And with her bofom play'd : 
Till baith at length impatient grown. 

To be mair fully bieft, 
In yonder vale they lean'd them down i 

Love only faw the reft. 

CEase to beauty to be filing, 
Ever whining, love difdaining ; 
Let the brave, their aims purfuing, 
Still be concurring, vnot complaining, 

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WIne, wine in a morning, 
Makes us frolic and gay, 
That like eagles we foar, 

In the pride of the day ; 
Gouty lots of the night 
Only find a decay. 

Tis the fun ripes the grape, 

And to drinking gives light ; 
We imitate him, 

When by noon we*re at height 1 
They fteal wine who take it, 

When he's out of fight. 

Boy, fill the glaffes, 

Fill them up, now he mines $ 
The higher he rifes, 

The more he refines ; 
for wine and wit fall, 

As their maker declines. 

LET a fet of fober afles 
Rail againft the joys of drinking, 
While water, tea, 
And milk agree, 
To fet cold brains a-thinking ; 
Power and wealth, 
Beauty, health, 
Wit and mirth in wine are crown'd •; 
Joys abound, 
Pleafure's found 
Only where the glafs goes round, 

E e 


The ancient feels on happinefs • . ' 

• All. differed in opinion ; 
But wifer rules 
Of modern fchools, 
In wine fix their dominion. 
Power and wealth, <bc. 

Wine gives the lover vigour, 

Makes glow the cheeks of beauty, 

Makes poets write, 

And ibldiers fight, 
And friendfhip do its duty. 

Wine was the only Helicon, 

Whence poets are long-liv'd fo ; 
'Twas no other main, 
Than brific champaign, 
Whence Venus was deriv'd too. 

When heav'n in Pandora's box 
All kinds of ill had fent us, 

In a merry mood, 

A bottle of good 
Was cork'd up, to content us, 

All virtues wine is nurfe to, 
Of ev'ry vice deftroyer, 

Gives dullards wit, 

Makes jnft the cit, 
Truth forces from the lawyer. 

Wine fets our joys a-flowing, 
Our care and forrow drowning, 

Who rails at the bowl, 

Is a Turk in's foul, 
And a Chrifiian ne'er mould own him : 

Power and wealth, 6c. 



of SONGS. 219 

THus Pontius in rage contradicted his wife, 
You never yet told me one truth in your life. 
Vex'd Pontia no way would this thefis allow, 
You're a cuckold, fays fhe, do I tell you truth now ? 

THE thirity earth fucks up the mowers, 
Which from his urn Aquarius pours ; 
The trees, which wave their boughs profufe, 
Imbibe the earth's prolific juice ; 
The fea, in his prodigious cup, 
Drinks all the rain and rivers up i 
The fun too thirfts, and drives to drain 
l ;The fea, the rivers, and the rain ; 
And nightly, when his courfe is run, 
The merry moon drinks up the fun. 
Then give me wine, and tell me why, 
y friends, mould all tMngs drink but I ? 

^IX7"Ould you gain the tender* creature, 

* * Softly, gently, kindly treat her ; 
Suffering is the lover's part : 

Beauty by conftraint pofleffing, 

You enjoy but half the bleffing, 
Lifeleis charms without the hearu 

BY drinking drive dull care away, 
Be brifk and airy, 
Never vary 
In your tempers, but l?e gay. 

2 20 A COLLECTION, 6t, 

Let mirth know no cefTation ; 
We all were born (mankind agree) 
From dull reflection to be free ; 
But he that drinks not cannot be : 

Then aniwer your creation. 

When Cupid wounds, grave Hymen heals, 
Then all our whining, 
Wifhing, ftriving 
To embrace what beauty yields, 

Is left when in polfe/Iion ; 
But Bacchus fends fuch treafure forth, 
PofTeirion never palls its worth, 
We always wifh'd for't from our birth, 
And ftiall for ever wifh on. 

All malice here is flung afide, 
Each takes his glafs, 
No healths do pafs, 
No party-feuds here e'er abide, 

They nought but ill occafion ; 
We only meet to celebrate 
The day which brought us to this Hate, 
But not to curie nor yet to hate 
The hour of our creation.