Pity my pains,

Ye gentle fwains;

Cover me with ice and snow;

I fcorch, I burn, I flame, I glow
Furies tear me;
Quickly bear me

To the difmal fhades below:
Where yelling and howling,
And grumbling and growling,
Strike our ears with horrid woe.

Hiffing fnakes,

Fiery lakes,

Wou'd be a pleasure and a cure

Not all the hells,

Where Pluto dwells,

Can give fuch pains as I endure.

To fome peaceful plain convey me;
On a moffy carpet lay me;
Fan me with ambrosial breeze;
Let me die, and so have ease.

LAURIND A

AURINDA, who did love difdain,

For whom had languifh'd many a fwain,-
Leading her bleating flocks to drink,
She spy'd, upon a river's brink,

A youth, whofe eyes did well declare,
How much he lov'd, but lov'd not her.

At first she laugh'd, but gaz'd the while,
And foon it leffèn'd to a smile;
Thence to furprize and wonder came,
Her breast to heave, her heart to flame:
Then cry'd fhe out, ah! now I prove
Thou art a god, most mighty Love.

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She wou'd have fpoke, but fhame deny'd And bad her first consult her pride : But foon fhe found that aid was gone, For Love, alas! had left her none: Ah! now the burns! but 'tis too late, For in his eyes fhe reads her fate.

G 3*

In Praise of Claret.

LISTEN all, I pray, to the words I've to fay,

In memory fure infert 'em;

Rich wines do us raise to the honour of bays:
Quem non fecere difertum ?

Of all the brisk juice which the gods produce,
Claret fhall be preferr'd before 'em;
'Tis claret shall straight us mortals create,
Mars, Bacchus, Apollo, virorum.

We abandon all ale, and beer that is stale,
Rofa folis and damnable bum;

But sparkling red fhall raise its head

'Bove omne quod exit in um.

This is the wine, which, in former time,

Each wife-one of the magi

Was wont to caroufe, in a chaplet of boughs,

Recubans fub tegmine fagi.

Let the hop be their bane, let the rope be their fhame,

Let the gout and cholick pine 'em,

That offer to fhrink in taking their drink,

Seu gracum five latinum.

Let

Let the glass fly about 'till the bottle is out,
Let each one do as he's done to;

'Vaunt those that hug th' abominable jug,
'Mongst us beteroclita funto.

There's no such disease as he that doth please
His palate with beer for to fhame us;
'Tis claret that brings to fancy its wings,
And fays, mufa, majora canamus.

He's either a mute, or does poorly dispute,
That drinketh not wine as we men do;
The more wine a man drinks, like a fubtile Sphinx
Tantum valet ifte loquendo..

Tis true, our fouls, by the louzy bowls
Of beer that doth nought but swill us,
Do go into fwine (Pythagoras 'tis thine)
Nam vos mutaftis & illas..

When I've wine in my brain, I'm in a merry vein,

And this to me a bliss is:

Him that is wife I can justly despise:

Mecum confertur Ulysses ?

How it chears the brains, how it warms the veins
How against all croffes it arms us!

How it makes him that is poor couragiously roar,
Et mutatas dicere formas.

Give me the boy, my delight and my joy,
To my tantum that drinks his tale;
By wine he that waxes, in our syntaxi,
Eft verbum perfonale.

Art

Art thou weak or lame, or thy wits to blame?

Call for wine, and thou shalt have it; "Twill make him rife, and be very wise, Cui vim natura negavit.

We have frolick rounds, we have merry go-downs,
Yet nothing is done at random ;

For when we're to pay, we club and away;
Id eft commune notandum.

No vintners deny the lads that are dry,
But give 'em wine, whate'er it cost 'em ;
If they do not pay till another day,
Manet alta mente repoftum.

Who ne'er fails to drink all clear from the brink,
With a smooth and even swallow,

I'll offer at's fhrine, and call it divines:
Et erit mibi magnus Apollo.

He that drinks ftill, and ne'er has his fill,:

Has a paffage like a conduit:

Brisk wine does infpire with rapture and fire;

Sic ether athera fundit.

When we merrily quaff, if any go off,

And

fily offer to pass ye;

Give their nose a twitch, and kick 'em i'th' britch

Nam componuntur ab affe.

I have told ye plain, and will tell ye again,

Be he furious as Orlando,

He is an ass that from hence doth pass,

Nifi bibit ad oftia ftando.

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