L'ACCORREUROPOSE WHILST I, difengag'd from all amorous cares, Sweet liberty tasting, On calmest peace feasting, Employing my reafon to dry up my tears, Ye powers that prefide over vertuous love, To bear my vexations; With equal defires my flutt'ring heart move, If love in his fetters e'er catch me again, And prudence direct me; Prepar'd for all fates, rememb'ring the swain, SUM S UM up all the delights the world does produce For honour, or wealth, or beauty may wafte,. That the pleasure ne'er anfwers the trouble and cost, Then fill up the glaffes until they run o'er, A friend and good wine are the charms we adore. ALE faces ftand by, and our bright ones adore, PALE 7 We look like our wine, you worse than our score; Come light up our pimples, all art we out-fhine, When the plump god does paint, each ftreak is divine: Clean glaffes are pencils, old claret is oil, He that fits for his picture must fit a good while. THE + When tedding of the hay, Bare-headed on the green, Love 'midst her locks did play, Her arms, white, round and smooth, To prefs 'em with his hand. When I much sweetness fand, Wrapt in a balmy kifs. Without the help of art, Like flow'rs which grace the wild, She did her sweets impart, Whene'er the spoke or fmil'd: She me to love beguil'd, had But wine, and good chear, To wine let us give, Since all must turn to earth, boys. Hand about the bowl, The delight of my foul, And to my hand commend it; A fig for chink, 'Twas made to buy drink, And before we go hence we'll spend it. |