LUMEA

AIR..

Sung by Mrs. Martyr, in the Farmer.

Y daddy O, was very good,

MY

To make me fine he fpar'd no pelf,
And fcrape up money, all he cou'd,
He'd give it to my bonny felf.

My handfome cap from Dover came,

Some thought from France, fo gay to fee, ̧· Tho' figh'd for by each maid and dame, 'Twas not my cap was dear to me.

Blythe Johnny O, upon his mare,
Adown the dell his horn rang fweet,
To me prefented pufs the hare,

That o'er the wild thyme ran fo fleet.

Tho' Ned a nofegay for my breaft

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Had brought, no flower more fweet than he,

And warbling Will a linnet's neft,

Nor flow'rs nor birds were dear to me,,

So foftly on to yonder grove,

The moon fo kind the while did blink,

I ftole to meet my own true love,
Yet on falfe love I fell to think. 1

The ruftling leaves increase my fears,
A footftep falls, can it be?
Oh joy my Jemmy now

S, whoppears,

And he alone was dear to me.'

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TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS.

BILITY to ferve a friend, and honour to conceal it.

May we learn to be frugal before we are obliged to be fo. Riches without pride, or poverty without meannefs. May we always forget when we forgive an injury.

May we treat our friends with kindness, and our enemies with generosity.

To the honest fellow, that loves his bottle at night, and his bufinefs in the morning.

The caufe of liberty throughout the world.
May we be flaves to nothing but our duty.
May the honeft heart never feel distress.
Pleasures that pleafe on reflection.

Virtue for a guide, and Fortune for an attendant.

May Reafon be the pilot, when Paffion blows the gale.

Those who love pleasure and contribute to it.

The woman we love, and the friend we dare truft.

May we never feel want, nor ever want feeling.

May the feeling heart poffefs the fortune the mifer

abules.

The honeft fellow that fpeaks his mind as freely when he is fober, as when he is drunk.

May we laugh in our cups, and think when we are fober. May we draw upon Content for the deficiencies of Fortune.

Every thing of Fortune but her inftability.

May Hope be the phyfician when Calamity is the

disease.

May

May the thorns of life only ferve to give a zeft to its flowers.

May we always look forward to better things, but never be discontented with the prefent.

The enjoyment of a quiet confcience.

Refinement without Diffimulation, or Honefty without rudeness.

A Freehold in happy land, untaxed and unmortgaged. A good horfe, a warm house, a fnug eftate, and a pretty wife, to every man that deferves them.

Good trade, and well paid.

Great men honeft, and honeft men great.

Health of body, peace of mind, a clean fhirt, and a guinea.

Honour and influence to the public-fpirited patrons

of trade.

Love to one, friendship to a few, good-will to all.
Love without fear, life without care.

May the fingle be marry'd, and the marry'd be happy.
May a halter bind thofe whom honour and honesty

cannot.

May our happiness be fincere, and our joys be laiting. May our pleafures be boundlefs, while we have time to enjoy them.

May contempt be the fate of fuch among us as ftrut in foreign foppery, to the deftruction of the trade and manufactures of England.

May he who has neither wife, miftrefs, nor eftate in England, never have any fhare in the govern ment of it.

May the enemies of England never eat the bread

thereof.

May the friends of England ever have access to the

throne.

May

May we never want fpirit and refolution to protect and defend our independency, against the powerful attacks of unbridled ambition.

May we always be able to diftinguish those who, by a fteady and uniform adherence to their duty, diftinguish themselves.

May our endeavours be always fuccefsful, when engaged under the banner of juftice.

May our commanders have the eye of an Hawke, and the heart of a Wolfe.

May our confcience be found, though our fortune be

rotten..

May temptation never conquer virtue.

May we be rich in friends rather than money.
May he who wants friendship also want friends.
May we never know forrow but by name.

May the evening's diverfion bear the morning's reflection.

May our benevolence be bounded only by our fortune.

May fortune be always an attendant on virtue.

May we never fwear a tradefman out of his due, nor a credulous girl out of her virtue.

May the man we love be honest, and the land we live in free.

May we always have a friend, and know his value. May they never want, who have spirit to spend. May he that made the d-l take us all.

May we never want a friend, and a bottle to give him.

May the friends we love be fincere, and the country we live in be free.

May we never tafte the apples of affliction.

More friends and lefs need of them.

Perpetual

Perpetual difappointment to the enemies of Old England.

Plenty to a generous mind.

Provifion to the unprovided.

Short fhoes and long corns to the enemics of Great Britain.

Success to the foil, the fleece, 'and the fail.

Succefs to our hopes, and enjoyment to our wishes. Tafte to our pleasure, and pleasure to our tafte. May prudence, moderation, and an invariable attention to the public good, cement the people of England.

The king to the laws, and the church to the bible. The pleafures of imagination realized.

Our gracious mafter, and that heavenly conftellation of female excellence, the mitrefs of England. Our country, and may it continue to be the land of liberty to the end of the world.

Harmony all over the world.

May every day be happier than the laft.

Riches to the generous, and power to the merciful. Good luck till we are tired of it.

May our hearts have for tenants, truth, candour, and benevolence.

May our pleafant thoughts be gilt with modeft expreffions.

May we be happy when alone, and chearful when in company.

May our virtue be healthy without the phyfic of calamity.

The fweets of fenfibility without the bitters.

May every honeft man turn out a rogue.

A hearty