A The COBLER'S End. COBLER there was, and he liv'd in a stall, Which ferv'd him for parlour, for kitchen, and No coin in his pocket, no care in his pate, No ambition had he, nor duns at his gate, (hall, Contented he work'd, and he thought himself happy, If at night he cou'd purchase a jug of brown nappy, He'd laugh then, and whistle, and fing too moft fweet, Saying, Juft to a hair, I've made both ends meet, Derry down, &c. But love, the disturber of high and of low, Derry down, &c. It was from a cellar this archer did play, VOL. IV. I He He fung her love-fongs as he fat at his work, When ever he spoke, fhe wou'd flounce and wou'd tear, He took up his aul, that he had in the world, And now, in good will, I advise, as a friend, All coblers take notice of this cobler's end: Keep your hearts out of love, for we find by what's That love brings us all to an end at the last, Derry down, down, down, derry down. (past, To attain a Long Life. OME, hear me, my boy, haft a mind to live long, A gen'rous heat good wine does impart, And keep ourselves honeft, tho' the world keeps us poor. In Praise of CLARET. N fpite of love, at length I find, I A mifarefs that can please me; Her humour free and unconfin'd, Both night and day fhe'll ease me: If you, thro' all her naked charms, Then take her blufhing to your arms, But, beft of all! fhe has no tongue, Submiffive fhe obeys me; She's better old by far than young, I 2 Her Her skin is fmooth, complection black, If you her excellence wou'd tafte, Chor. Then drink, &c. M The LOVER's Death. YRTILLO, am'rous, young, and gay, Sighing at her feet he lay, Till fighs her pity mov'd. My fair, he cry'd, your lover dies, If you refuse your charms : Die when you please, the nymph replies; But die in Flavia's arms. On On bis MISTRESS who Squints. NEW can avoid the common ills FE Attending cruel eyes, And fewer those when Sylvia kills, Th' admiring crowd approach the fair, And none fufpect a danger there, Thus the fair tyrant, in disguise, So porcupines, from every part, |