She prefs'd her balmy lips to his,
And took a fond adicu

He flies-returns-and crowns their blifs,
Serves Love and Honour too.

Sweet fair, ne'er check the glowing youth
← When Honour calls away, ↓
So fhall your loves be crown'd with truth,
Like thofe of Invermay.

The Seafons of Love, as is

WHEN the blooms of Spring thed their fragrance around,

WHE

And nature's beft fongflers enliven the grove;
As we fcent the perfume, as we hear the foft found,
This, this, we exclaim, is the Seaton of Love!
lind bød aw wod aut T

When the ardour of Summer compels our retreat,
With the youth of our choice to fome fhady alcove,
As we feel the cool air, thro' the jeffamine veet,
Our bofoms confefs, 'tis the Seafon of Love!

When all-bountiful Autumn binds up his gold theaf, And we pluck his ripe fruit from the tree while we

rove,

-As we mark the first fall of the quick-falling leaf, or The prefent, we cry, is the Seafon of Love!

When mirth-loving Winter, at home bids us keep,
And with jefts, taless and fonnets, our happiness!

prove,

As around the gay hearth to each other we creep, 8
This, this, all agree, is the Season of Lovel sa.

Ir

In short, where good-humour and cheerfulness reign,
And the true-hearted lovers each other approve;
Or at home or abroad-in the city or plain-
Autumn, Winter, Spring, Summer, are Seafons of
Love.

WH

SONG.

Sung at Ranelagh.

THAT fhepherd or nymph of the grove
Can blame me for dropping a tear,

Orlamenting aloud, as I rove,

Since Phœbe no longer is here?
My flocks, if at random they ftray,
What wonder, if fhe's from the plains!
Her hand they were wont to obey:
She rul'd both the sheep and the fwains.
Can I ever forget how we ftray'd

To the foot of yon neighbouring hill,
To the bow'r we had built in the fade,
Or the river that runs by the mill!
There, fweet, by my fide as fhe lay,
And heard the fond ftories I told,
How fweet was the thrush from the fpray,
Or the bleating of lambs from the fold!
How oft wou'd I fpy out a charm,

Which before had been hid from my view
And, while arm was infolded in arm.
My lips to her lips how they grew!
How long the fweet conteft would laft !
Till the hours of retirement and reft
What pleafures and pain each had paft,
Who longest had lov'd, and who best.
No changes of place, or of time,

I felt when my fair one was near;
Alike was each weather and clime,
Each feafon that checquer'd the year;

In

In winter's rude lap did we freeze,
Did we melt on the bofom of May?
Each morn brought contentment and eafe,
If we rofe up to work or to play.

She was all my fond wifhes could ask ;
She had all the kind gods could impart ;
She was nature's most beautiful task ;
The defpair and the envy of the art:
There all that is worthy to prize,
In all that was lovely was dreft;
For the graces were thron'd in her eyes,
And the virtues all lodg❜d in her breast.

SONG.

Sung in Comus

HE wanton god, who pierces hearts,
Dips in gall his pointed darts,

But the nymph difdains to pine,
Who bathes the wound with rofy wine.

Farewel lovers when they're cloy'd,
If I'm fcorn'd because enjoy'd,
Sure the fqueamish fops are free
To rid me of dull company.

They have charms, whilst mine can please
I love them much, but more my ease:
No jealous fears my love moleft,
Nor faithful vows fhall break my reft.

Why should they e'er give me pain,
Who to give me joy disdain ?
All I hope of mortal man
Is to love me while he can.

SONG.

T

Sung in the Waterman.

: dia bluòs es

HEN farewell my trim built wherry, bad 19
Oars, aud coat and badge farewell,

Never more at Chelfea ferry

Shall your Thomas take a fpelli in te dr

1995 FEM! Then farewell, &c.

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But to hope and peace a flranger,.

In the battle's hear Igo↓↓↓ Where, expos'd to ev'ry danger,

Some friendly ball@ally be law.

Then farewell, &c..

Then may hawlæn homeward bisperingy KE'
With the news,aryefaqsadiləy or agil
Even you, iny flory hearing peribili Aqga, voda
With a figh may cry poor Fomtow eni asdbad o'
Then farewell, &c.

IN

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Sung in the Agreeable Surprisen ved vani

N the choice of a husband us widows are nisfion I'd not have a man who grow old in a trices to Not a bear, or a monkey, a clown, or a fep, But one that can buftle and flir my shops from ydw i njolla voi am avia os of # A log I'd avoid, when I'm choofing my lady of IPA And a fork, that might gobble up all that I had Such futors I've had, fir-but off they might hop, I want one that can bustle and stir in my shop.

The

The lad in my eye is the man to my mind,
So-handfome, fo young, fo polite, and fo kind;
With fuch a good foul to the altar I'd pop-
He's one that can battle and itir in my thop.

C%

Sang in the Duenna, de puigle

taxt qui novilke amigo to woŭ Mor EDGÅ

NOME now, all ye Sozial Powers, ariqled dow
Shed your iuflence o'er us,
Crown with joy the prefent hours,"
Enliven those before us.

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Bring the flask, the music bring, ad moda
Joy hall quickly find us, bou vannhung bai W
Drink and dance, and Lough and fingeq: antall
And call dull care behind usai satuan'! bak
* sure blout sibuted

Friendship, with thy pow'r divine,
Brighten, all our features;

What but friend hip, love and wine, "VIS

Can make us happy creatures...

Bring the Aaser

Love, thy godhead I adore, ond yn modi VELoren! Source of gen rous paffion;

Ilixenmud v But I'll ne'er bow down before the veda pa 1101 Thofe idols, wealth and fashion.

Bring the flask, &c.