Oh! fhall thy flames then ceafe to glow,
When fouls to happier climes remove?
What rais'd our virtue here below,
Shall aid our happiness above.

TH

SONG XXXI.

ON FRIENDSHIP.

HE world, my dear Myra, is full of deceit,

And friendship's a jewel we feldom can meet; How ftrange does it feem, that in fearching around, This fource of content is fo rare to be found?

O, friendship! thou balm, and rich fweet'ner of life;
Kind parent of eafe, and compofer of ftrife;
Without thee, alas! what are riches and pow'r?
But empty delufion, the joys of an hour!

How much to be priz'd and efteem'd is a friend,
On whom we may always with fafety depend?
Our joys, when extended, will always increase,
And griefs, when divided, are hufh'd into peace.

When fortune is fmiling, what crouds will appear,
Their kindness to offer, and friendship fincere;
Yet change but the profpect, and point out diftrefs,
No longer to court you they eagerly prefs.

SONG

BY SHAKSPEAR E. *

BLOW, blow thou winter wind,

Thou art not fo unkind

As mans ingratitude:

Thy tooth is not fo keen,

Because thou art not feen,

Although thy breath be rude.

Heigh ho! fing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, moft loving mere folly:
Then, heigh ho, the holly!
This life is moft jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,

Thou dost not bite fo nigh

As benefits forgot:

Though thou the waters warp,

Thy fting is not so sharp

As friend remember'd not.

Heigh ho! &c.

SONG XXXIII.

THE

LIE.

BY FRANCIS DAVISON.†

O foul, the bodys gueft,

Go

Upon a thankless arrant,

Fear not to touch the best,
The truth shall be thy warrant:
Go, fince I needs muft die,
And give the world the lie.

+ See vol. 1. p. 126. to have been written by

cution.

* In As you like it.

The Lie is generally, though erroneously, fuppofed fir Walter Raleigh, the night before his exe

Say to the court, it glows,

And shines like rotten-wood; Say to the church, it shows

What's good, and doth no good.

If church and court reply,

Then give them both the lie.

Tell potentates they live
Acting by others action,
Not loved unless they give,
Not ftrong, but by affection.

If potentates reply,
Give potentates the lie.

Tell men of high condition,
That manage the estate,
Their purpose is ambition,

Their practice only hate:
And if they once reply,
Then give them all the lie,

Tell them that brave it most,

They beg for more by spending,

Who in their greatest cost,

Like nothing but commending:
And if they make reply,
Then give them all the lie.

Tell

Tell Fortune of her blindness;

Tell nature of decay;

Tell friendship of unkindness;
Tell juftice of delay :

And, if they will reply,

Then give them all the lie.

Tell arts, they have no foundness,

But vary by efteeming;

Tell fchools, they want profoundness,
And ftand on too much feeming :

If arts and fchools reply,

Give arts and schools the lie.