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But if a passion without vice,
FOREVER, Fortune, wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love;
And, when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part?
Bid us sigh on from day to day,
But busy, busy still art thou
For once, O Fortune, hear my prayer,
And I absolve thy future care;
Make but the dear AMANDA mine.
DEAR CHLOE, while thus beyond measure
On charms that will quickly decay,
The passion from beauty first drawn
Your kindness will vastly improve;
And tho' the bright beams of your eyes
We ne'er can forget it was day.
Old DARBY with JOAN by his side
You oft have regarded with wonder ;
Yet they're ever uncasy asunder ;
And sit in the sun at the door,
And at night when old DARBY's pot 's out
No beauty or wit they possess
Their several failings to smother;
The endearments that love did bestow,
These traces for ever will last
Which sickness nor time can remove;
By reviews of such raptures as these,
Which decrepit old age cannot freeze. *
The picture of the faithful old couple in this song, and the beautiful moral drawn from it, have always been justly admired,
AWAY, let nought to love displeasing,
What tho' no grants of royal donors
With pompous titles grace our blood, We'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we 'll be good.
What tho' from fortune's lavish bounty
Still shall each kind returning season
Our name, while virtue thus we tender,
Shall sweetly sound where'er 't is spoke, And all the great ones much shall wonder How they admire such little folk.
Thro' youth and age in love excelling
How should I love the pretty creatures
And when with envy time transported
O NANCY, wilt thou go with me,
Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town:
* This pleasing delineation of conjugal and domestic felicity was first given by the author as" from the ancient British." Although this title was manifestly only a poetic fiction, or rather a stroke of satire, Dr. Percy, was strangely induced by it to insert the piece among his “Reliques of Ancient Poetry."