My bonny fweet lafs, on the gowany grafs,
Beneath the fhilling hill-o

If I did offence, ife make ye amends,
Before I leave Peggy's mill-o.

Oh the mill, mill, oh! and the kill, kill-o,

And the coging of the wheel-o;

The fack and the fieve, a' thae ye maun leave,
And round wi' a fodger reel-o.

CUPID's Captivity.

s Cupid, roguishly, one day,
Had all alone ftole out to play,
The mufes caught the little knave,
And captive love to beauty gave.

The laughing dame foon mifs'd her fon,
And here and there diftracted run;

And ftill, his liberty to gain,

Offers his ranfom: but in vain,

The willing pris'ner hugs his chain,

And vows he'll ne'er be free,

And vows he'll ne'er be free,

No, no, no, no, he'll ne'er be free again.

BELINDA

B

BELINDA's Power.

ELINDA's black commanding eye
Compels my heart to love her;
Ah, Cupid, then my tongue supply
With all thy arts to move her
Soft words, and moving founds,
To melt her foul to pleasure;

Her pleasure 'tis must heal my wounds,
And bless me above measure.

Belinda hears my am'rous fong,
For her alone I languish;

Ah! then no more forbid my tongue

To tell my raging anguish :

Ah! pity fhew, or else I die,
And fo you lofe a lover,
Immortal, if within your eye,
Compliance I discover.

ΜΥ

The Stray HEART.

y heart is every beauty's prey,
And does my pow'r disown;
I ne'er cou'd keep it one whole day,
And now 't has been fo long away,
I know not where 'tis flown.

But if the fair, that finds this ftray,
Will kindly give it room;
Or teach it better to obey,

Her care with double thanks I'll pay,

And take the rambler home.

WH

The Charming WHISPERER.

HEN my
With a smooth fhaft that I embrace;
When fhe fpeaks, yet more confounds me,

Aurelia fmiles fhe wounds me,

Her words do flide with fuch a grace: From that foft voice what can defend me ?

Such lively fenfe does from it flow, All other wit does now offend me, Since by kind whispers hers I know.

BACCHUS'S

H

BACCHUS's Inspiration.

ARK! how the fongfters of the grove
Sing anthems to the god of love;
Hark! how each am'rous winged pair,
With love's great praises, fill the air;
On every fide the charming found
Does from the hollow woods rebound.

Love, in their little veins, inspires,
Their chearful notes, their foft defires;
While heat makes buds and bloffoms spring,
Those pretty couples love and fing;

But winter puts out their defire,

And half the year they want love's fire.

But ah! how much are our delights more dear?
For only human kind love all the year.

Hence with your trifling deity,

A greater we adore;

Bacchus, who always keeps us free

From that blind childish power.

Love makes you languish, and look pale,

And fneak, and figh, and whine:

But over us no griefs prevail,

While we have lufty wine.

SCORN

I'

SCORN preferr'd to KINDNESS.

FEAR'D your love, I know you're fair,

That might have caus'd my pain;
My grateful heart cou'd not forbear,
But must have lov'd again.

The fullen fcorn your eyes impart,
I wou'd much rather have;
Your haughty pride has freed that heart
Your kindness might enslave.

As when winds rage, and feas grow high,
They friendly bid beware;

But when they're smooth, and calm the sky,
'Tis then they wou'd ensnare:

So tenderness our hearts beguiles,
Whilft fcorn our freedom crowns;
There is more danger in your smiles,
Than can be in your frowns.

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