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Had fhe bad me read homilies three times a day,
S 0 N G VỊ.
BY MR. HENRY CAREY.
ITII an honest old friend, and a merry old forg,
And a fiask of old port, let me fit the night lorg;
I envy no mortal, though ever fo great,
Then dare to be generous, dauntless, and gay,
THE HAPPY LIFE.
BY MR. WILLIAM THOMPSON.
Book, a friend, a song, a glass,
A chate, yet laughter-loving lass,
Thrice happy they who, careless, laid
Mean while the Muses wake the lyre,
Let sacred Venus with her heir,
There Peace fall spread her dove-like wing,
Begone, ambition, riches, toys,
Why look with insolent disdain
On those undeck'd with wealth or state ? Can splendid robes, or beds of down,
Or costly gems that deck the fair, Can all the glories of a crown
Give health, or ease the brow of care ?
The scepter'd king, the burthen'd slave,
The humble, and the haughty die;
In duft, without distinction, lie.
Who once the greatest titles bore
And all their honours are no more.
So glides the meteor through the sky,
And spreads along a gilded train, But, when its short-liv'd beauties die,
Diffolves to common air again. So 'tis with us, my jovial souls :
Let friendship reign while here we stay; Let's crown our joys with flowing bowls:
When Jove us calls we must obey.
* An alteration of a poem, written by the rev. mr. Mathew (huiband of the celebrated Letitia) Pilkington, beginning, " Why, Lycidas, should man be vain."
"IVE me but a friend and a glass, boys,
I'll show ye what 'tis to be gay,
Nor love my brisk youth away :
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 see. The female is true to no man, Deceit is inherent to woman,
But none in a brimmer can be.
S O N G X.
ID me, when forty winters more,
When from my head, a scanty store,
Lankly the wither'd trefies flow;
Now rolls impetuous on and free,
Then bid me court sobriety.
Nature, who form’d the varied scene
Of rage and calm, of frost and fire, Unerring guide, could only mean
That age should reason, youth defire ;
Shall then that rebel man presume
(Inverting natures law) to seize The dues of age in youths high.bloom,
And join imposibilities?
No-let me waste the frolic May
In wanton joys and wild excess, In revcl sport, and laughter gay,
And mirth, and rosy chearfulness. Woman, the foul of all delights,
And wine, the aid of love, be near: All charms me that to joy incites,
And ev'ry she that's kind, is fair.
YoLove' is then our duty,
TOUTH's the season made for joys,
Love is then our duty, She alone, who that employs, Well deserves her beauty.
Let's be gay,
While we may,
Ours is not to-morrow;
Dance and fing,
Time's on the wing,
* In the Beggars Opera,