Such Nymph, would Fortune grant my choice, As charms with Wit and Beauty both; The tender heart, the speaking eye, These are the charms to win my heart, I wish one blest with common sense, I'd wish for one of temper mild, I wish to prove the golden mean, Yet, if my Fair had store of gold, I'd wish for one whose careful hand Oft such a Nymph in vain I've sought, By cent'ring all my soul in you. EPIGRAM. TO ONE OF THE GENTLEMEN OF THE THIMBLE. Ae cauld misty mornin', whan cranreugh had fa'n, Ere Phoebus's ray had begladden'd the lawn, At distance, by chance, I was castin' my eyes, Whar winter had frozen the mud, Whan something, that struck me wi' instant surprise, Began to appear like a clud. The Phantom advanc'd at a moderate pace, I saw it, but flinch'd na ae jot frae the place; At last the queer spectre drew near like a warth, But I ne'er was sae muckle surpris'd i' the earth,, SONG. PRETTY MALLY. PRETTY Mally be inclined When young Colin tak's the field, Since, for granting you're design'd, your lover bid ye yield; Let Nor sae shy Frae him fly, If ye wish him not to die. Dont the Lammies let ye see, Let me find Lovely Mally to my mind. Did my Mally view the dove Round his marrow how he coo'd, While, in answer to his love, Ay she courtit to be woo'd; Then reply To my sigh, If ye wish me not to die. Tho' my lammies frisk an' play, All I see, Without thee, Can but little pleasure gie. Wad ye, Mally, but enjoy A' the pleasures o' content; Be nae langer hauf sae coy, Nor refuse me your consent; To comply, If ye wish me not to die. |