The HIVE: A Collection of the Most Celebrated Songs

The Reformation of Parnaffus. A T TALE.

Serving to explain the Frontispiece.

NCE, as Parnaffus was with Frost o'er

(pread, The Mufes to their King for Succour fled: In mournful Accents, their diftrefs they (told;

Too tender to endure the piercing Cold; But ah! the God no chearful Beam difplays ; Thick vapours intercept his gladning Rays.

"Alas, fays CLIO, with a trembling tongue, "No more fhall we be call'd the ever-young: "Rather than leave our virgin-bloom to fade, "Thofe Wreaths fhall heat us, which were wont to (shade.

Spare the rafh thought, th' alarm'd EUTERPE cry'd ; "Shall we destroy the Bard's and Hero's pride! "An Act fo impious thall no God permit; "Flourish the Lawrel ftill; and flourifh Wit! "A thousand authors have, a thousand ways, "Try'd to obtain, but few obtain'd the Bays;

Of all their works, the beft felected first,
"Let us difarm the winter with the worst.
Each Mufe confenting, fwift they rummage o'er
Heaps pil'd on Heaps; the Poet's endless ftore!

And to the flames a thousand Satires fly;

But GARTH, and YOUNG, and DRYDEN, cou'd not die. Unnumber'd Epic Songs the fires confume;

Nor does the Drama meet a gentler doom:

But ADDISON and CONGREVE Favour find;

TO OTWAY, LEE, and VANBRUGH too, the Mufe is kind.
The agglomorated Odes high raise the pyre,
And furnish ample fuel to the fire:

POPE, WELSTED, WALLER, PHILIPS, chofen names!
And a few others 'fcape the threat'ning flames:
Of Sonnets, Epigrams, and Roundelays,

Scarce One does in a Thousand merit Praife :
These are committed to ERATO's care; t
And Few the faves, tho' fain the more wou'd fpare.

These Few the facred Goddess of the Lyre,
Indulgent to my wifh and fond defire,
Cull'd from the heap, by me a Present sends,
A fmall but valued Prefent, to her Friends.

the SONGS

TABLE of
of the

Contained in this Volume.

Female friend advis'd a fwain,

AAh! blame me not, if no despair

Ah, how fweet it is to love,
Ah! whither, whither shall 1 fly,
Alexis fhun'd his fellow fwains,
A little love may prove a pleasure,
All in the downs the fleet was moor'd,
All my past life is mine no more,
All the materials are the fame
Amaxim this, amongst the wife;

An elderly lady, whose bulky, squat figure,
A nymph of the plain,

Apollo once finding fair Daphne alone,

As Cupid, many ages past,

As Cupid, one day roving, faw

As he lay in the plain, his arm under his head,

As I fat thoughtful in a fhade.

As I faw fair Clora walk alone,

As the fnow in vallies lying,
As wretched, vain, and indifcreet,.
A young Shepherd his life

Alda! thou art of womankind,

Banish, my Lydia, these fad thoughts; Behold where weeping Venus ftands!

Belinda, fee from yonder flowers

Beneath a myrtle fhade,

Beneath a verdant lawrel's ample fhade,

Boafting fops, who court the fair,

Boaft not, mistaken fwain, thy art
Brunetta wou'd in vain conceal

AN then a look create a thought,
Celestial mufes, tune your lyres,

Celia has a thousand charms,

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Celia, hence with affectation,

Celia's fmiles will quite undo me,

Celia, that I once was bleft,

Celia, too late you wou'd repent;

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Charm'd with Belinda's voice and wit,
Charming is your shape and air,
Chafte Lucretia, when you left me,
Chloe, be kind, no more perplex me,
Chloe! your fovereign charms I own;
Chloris, farewel, I now must go;
Chloris, 'twill be for either's reft,