In fuch a pleasing storm of bliss,
To fuch a bank of paradife,

Who wou'd not swiftly run?
If you but truth to me will swear,
I'll meet you'again, nor do I care
How oft I be undone.

POOR

OR Damon knock'd at Celia's door,
He figh'd, and beg'd, and wept, and fwore;
The fign was foi:

She anfwer'd, no,

No, no, no.

Again he figh'd, again he pray'd;
No, Damon, no, I am afraid;
Confider, Damon, I'm a maid:
Confider

No;
I'm a maid,
No, &c.

At laft his fighs and tears made way;
She rofe, and foftly turn'd the key:
Come in, faid fhe, but do not stay;
I may conclude

You will be rude,

But, if you will, you may.

The

A

The Trifle.

TRIFLING fong you fhall hear,
Begun with a trifle, and ended:

All trifling people draw near,
And I fhall be nobly attended.

Were it not for trifles a few,

That lately have come into play,
The men wou'd want fomething to do,
And the women want fomething to say,

What makes men trifle in dreffing?
Because the ladies, they know,

Admire, by often poffeffing,

That eminent trifle, a beau.

When the lover his moments has trified,
The trifle of trifles to gain;

No fooner the virgin is rifled,
But a trifle shall part them again.

What mortal man wou'd be able
At White's half an hour to fit?
Or, who cou'd bear a tea-table,
Without talking trifles for wit?

The

The court is from trifles fecure,
Gold keys are no trifles, we fee;
White rods are no trifles, I'm fure,
Whatever their bearers may be,

But if you will go to the place
Where trifles abundantly breed,
The levee will fhow you his grace
Makes promises trifles indeed!

A coach with fix footmen behind,
I count neither trifle nor fin;
But, ye gods! how oft do we find
A fcandalous trifle within?

A flask of champaign, people think it
A trifle, or fomething as bad;
But if you'll contrive how to drink it
You'll find it no trifle, by gad.

A parfon's a trifle at fea,"

A widow's a trifle in forrow;

A peace is a trifle to day;

Who knows what may happen to morrow?

A black coat a trifle may cloak,

Or, to hide it, the red may endeavour

But, if once the army is broke,

We shall have more trifles than ever.

The stage is a trifle, they fay;
The reafon pray carry along,

Because at every new play,

The houfe they with trifles fo throng.

A

But,

But, with peoples malice to trifle,

And to fet us all on a foot,
The author of this is à trifle;
And his fong is a trifle to boot.

He. Cease thy plaints, and dry thy tears,

My charming maid!

Ceafe thy plaints, and dry thy tears,
Nor fate upbraid.

Heaven, that makes mankind its care,
Guards the brave, to serve the fair.

Incon

I

Inconftancy excus'd.

MUST confefs, I am untrue
To Gloriana's cyes,

But, he that's fmil'd upon by you,
Must all the world defpife.

In winter, fires of little worth
Excite our dull defire;

But, when the fun breaks kindly forth,
Those fainter flames expire.

Then blame me not for flighting now
What I did once adore ;

O do but this one change allow,
And I can change no more.

Fix'd by your never-failing charms,
Till I with age decay,

Till languishing within your arms,
I figh my foul away,

NOT