'G AINST keepers we petition, Who wou'd inclose the common : "Tis enough to raise fedition In the free-born fubject, woman; I my body have fold, He thinks I'm a flave for my life; He rants, domineers, He fwaggers and fwears, And wou'd keep me as bare as his wife, 'Gainft keepers we petition, &c. 'Tis honeft and fair, That a feast I prepare; But when his dull appetite's o'er, I'll treat with the reft Some welcomer guest, For the reck'ning was paid me before. NATURE ATURE foft delights requiring, N Youth and beauty both confpiring, Envious time about thee watching, Whilft I'm with you fondly pleading Ah! the cheeks, like rofes blooming, Golden hairs, fo late our wonder, Charms yet free, in our opinion, Only that, at present tafted, F AIR rebel, to thy felf and time, When thou haft loft thy youthful prime: Or fhou'dft thou ever chance to pay Ан! A H! Syren charmer, turn again, You hide your face, from me, in vain. Already, I've receiv'd my fate, And now, to fave me, 'tis too late! The love, that darted from your eyes, Alas! nor ftratagem, nor force, What is his fhadow, in your fight, Like fire, that scatter'd light excells. > A FTER dire hurricanes at fea, How failors blefs a calm retreat! How sweet their fon's return must be To mother's, whofe unceafing tears, And eloquence of earnest pray'rs, Their abfence mourn'd, and melted stubborn faté. So, after tedious hours are pass'd By lovers, whom late jars disjoin'd, With double charms of bleft relief, And make their joys more rapt'rous and refin'd. Such was, and is, our mutual cafe, Our variance lafted! How fincere YET |