You must not take it much amifs,

If I befide, fhould fteal a Kifs,
Nor look on't as a Carriage, that a

Ill fuits your matrimonial State, J
Imagine 'tis on Celia's Face

That you behold me fondly gaze;

1 squeeze Her Hand, and prefs Her Toe, ob f
And that can be no Harm you know.
Suppofe now as you walk the Park,
You chance to meet fome airy Spark
Who ftops, and asks ye how ye do,
As if a Lady that he knew;

You answer quickly, Sir, you make
Upon my Word a great Mistake

He asks your Pardon, and is gone;
Sir, you reply, there's no Harm done.
If I, with which you can't away,
Do ought, I thought you Celia.

And pray shan't I the Pardon meet
You grant a Stranger in the Street ?
But, if you think you're much offended,

And that my Error must be mended;
That I, from you, may know to find her,
Your only Way is to be kinder;
This may indeed prevent Mistake,

The only Diff'rence you can make.

E. St. AUST..

BI Amatur, non Laboratur,

At fi Laboratur, Labor Amatur.

Tranflated.

'N Love's no Toil, or we no Toil can prove;

I

But if there be, it is a Toil we Love.

A

A French SONG.

N Beaux Garçon d'un Air fort Doux

Croyant Nannon pufelle;

La fupplicè a 'deux Genoux

De n'eître pas cruelle.

Elle Lui dit fans Embarras,

Comme Je fais une Novice;

Prens de Moi c'que Tu Voudras,
Il prit La Chaudepiffe.

Tranflated.

OUNG Strephon De-bon-air and free,
Thought Phillis chaste as fair

You

And wifh'd her on his bended Knee

To hear his earnest Pray'r.

Frankly, the cry'd, a Novice, I

Know not what 'tis you want; Enjoy your Wifh, I'll not deny.

The Pox enfu'd her Grant.

Another

L

Another.

'Autre jour Ifabelle

Veins me trouver dans mon Caveau ;

Au Moment que pour Elle

J'allai peircer du Vin nouveau.

L'Amour de coup d'Aile

Aiant eteint notre Flambeaux

Je fis à ce Belle

Ce que J'allai faire au Tonneau.

A

Tranflated.

S' in my Cellar t'other Day;

A Virgin Cask was laid,

Which I was for my Celia
Juft broaching; came the Maid.

Cupid with's Wing put out the Light
E'er I'd perform'd my Task;

I in the Dark, as well I might,

Pierc'd Celia for my Cask.

C 2

To a MAIDEN LADY who prefers. her Cat to all Mankind.

T

HE fair ELIZA, void of ev'ry Pain,

(Nay, ev'n for those her murd'ring Eyes

Sat gently mufing by her flaming Pyre,

Chad flain;

Yet cold at Heart, which void of warm Defire

Had, you will own, moft wond'rous need of Fire.
With Eyes affix'd, fhe view'd the varying Flame,
And cou'd in that a Thousand Figures frame;
Caftles and Cotts, Bears, Lyons, Horfes, Storks,
Dogs, Flecks or Fish, as pow'rful Fancy works.
Now on the futty Bar fhe faw appear
The waving Token of fome Stranger near.
Into the Flame the found the Omen flew,
And gentle Damon ftrait appear'd in view,
Fell on his Knees, renew'd his old Addrefs,
Which met, alas! with Damon's old Succefs.