O ME fay women are like the feas,

S some the waves, and fome the rocks,

Some the rose that foon decays,

Some the weather, fome the cocks ;But if you'll give me leave to tell, There's nothing can be compared fo well

As wine,wine,women and wine,they run in a parallel,

Women are witches when they will,

So is wine, fo is wine;

They make the ftatefman lofe his skill,
The foldier, lawyer, and divine;
They put a gigg in the graveft skull;
And fend their wits to gather wool:

(rallel.

'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, they run in a pa

What is't that makes your visage fo pale,
What is't that makes your looks divine,
What is't that makes your courage to fail,
Is it not women, is it not wine?

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'Tis wine, wine, women and wine, they run in a pa

ENTLE love, this hour befriend me,

G To my eyes refign thy dart,

Notes of melting mufick lend me,
To diffolve a frozen heart.

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Chill as mountain-fnow her bofam,
Tho' La tender language ufe;
*Tis by cold indifference frozen,
To my arms, and to my mufe.

See my dying eyes are pleading,
Where a broken heart appears,
For thy pity interceding,..

With the eloquence of tears.

While the lamp of life is fading,
And beneath thy coldness dies,
Death my ebbing pulfe invading,
Take my foul into thy eyes.

ou I love, by all that's true,

Y More

More than all things here below;
With a paffion far more great,

Than e'er creature loved yet ::
Atill you cry, forbear,

And yet

Love no more, or love not here..

Bid the miler leave his ore;
Bid the wretched sigh no more ;、
Bid the old be young again;
Bid the nun not think of man ::
Silvia, this when you can do,,
Bid me then not think of you.

Love's not a thing of choice, but fate,
What makes me love, makes you to hate;;
Silvia, then, do what you will,
Eafe or cure, torment or kill;
Be kind or cruel, falfe or true,
Love I must, and none but you.

L

EAVE off this foolish prating,
Talk no more of Whig and Tory, ;-

But drink your glass,

Round let it pass,

The bottle ftands before you:

Fill it up

To the top,

Let the night with mirth be crown'd;
Drink about,

See it out,

Love and friendship ftill go round.

If claret be a bleffing,

This night devote to pleasure;

Let worldly cares

And ftate affairs,

Be thought on at more leifure..
Fill it up, &c.

If any is fo zealous,

To be a party's minion,

Let him drink like me,

We'll foon agree, And be of one opinion. Fill it up,

Ak

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s I fat thoughtful in a shade,
There I fpied a loving pair,
Who, closely by each other laid,
Paft their time in fofter care.

While she look'd fadly on the ground,
On her eyes the youth's were fixt
In which, methought, he gladly found
Jealousy with kindness mixt.

But his foon dull and heavier grew,
When fhe rais'd her drooping head;
And told him, fince he was untrue,
With his faith her love was fled..

Tho' jealousy be full of pain,

Conftant love can fuffer more;

The death of yours, fays the griev'd swain,
Shews it was but weak before.

The nymph reply'd, fince you can prove
Falfe to one fo kind as 1;

Alas! how hard it is to love,
And how eafy 'tis to die!

He answer'd, and did gently seize
Her fair hand, he did adore,
Since you can die with so much ease,

You can love me ftill with more.

Difguife