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CELIA and SABINA.

I.

HIRSIS, a young and am'rous fwain,

THI

Saw two, the beauties of the plain,

Who both his heart fubdue:

Gay Celia's eyes were dazzling fair;
Sabina's easy shape and air,

With fofter mufic drew.

II.

He haunts the stream, he haunts the grove, Lives in a fond romance of love,

And feems for each to die; Till each a little fpiteful grown, Sabina Celia's fhape ran down, And the Sabina's eye.

III.

Their envy made the fhepherd find
Those eyes that love could only blind;
So fet the lover free.

No more he haunts the grove or stream,
Or, with a true love-knot or name,
Engraves a wounded tree.

IV.

Ah Celia! fly Sabina cry'd,
Tho' neither love, we're both deny'd,

Let either fix the dart.

Poor girl! fays Celia, fay no more;

That spite which broke his chains before,
Wou'd break the other's heart.

The fair Warning.

YOUNG virgins love pleasure,

As mifers do treasure;

And both alike study

To heighten the measure;
Their hearts they will rifle
For every new trifle,
And when in their teens

Fall in love for a song;

But foon as they marry,

And find things miscarry ;
Oh! how they sigh

That they were not more wary.

Instead of foft wooing,

They run to their ruin,

And all their lives after

Drag forrow along.

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DEAR Colin, prevent my warm blushes,

How can I speak without pain?

My eyes have oft told you their wishes :
Why can't you the meaning explain?

II.

My paffion wou'd lose by expreffion,
And you too might cruelly blame;
Then pray don't expect a confession
Of what is too tender to name.

III.

Since yours is the province of speaking,
How can you expect it from me?
Our wishes shou'd be in our keeping,
Till you tell us what they should be.

IV.

Then quickly why don't you discover?
Did your heart feel such tortures as mine?

I need not tell over and over

What I in my bosom confine.

COLIN'S Reply.

I.

OOD Madam, when ladies are willing,

GOOD

A man must needs look like a fool ;
For me, I would not give a fhilling
For one that does love without rule.

II.

At least ye fhou'd wait for our offers,
Nor fnatch like old maids in despair;
Had you liv'd to thefe years without proffers,
Your fighs were all spent in the air.

III.

You should leave us to guess by your blushing,

And not tell the matter fo plain;

'Tis ours to be writing and pushing,

And yours to affect a disdain.

IV.

But you're in a terrible taking,
By all the fond oglings I fee;
The fruit that can fall without shaking,
Indeed is too mellow for me.

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The Country-lafs's Ambition.

WHAT

I.

WHAT tho' they call me country lass?
I read it plainly in my glass,
That for a duchess I might pass;

Oh! could I fee the day!
Wou'd fortune but attend my call,
At park, at play, at ring, and ball,
I'd brave the proudest of them all,
With a ftand-by, Clear the way.

II.

Surrounded by a crowd of beaux,
With fmart toupees and powder'd cloaths,
At rivals I'll turn up my nofe,

Oh! could I see the day!

I'll dart fuch glances from these eyes,
Shall make fome duke, or lord, my prize;
And then, oh! how I'll tyrannize,
With a ftand-by, Clear the way.

III.

Oh! then for every new delight,
For equipage and diamonds bright,
Quadrille, and balls, and plays all night :
Oh! could I see the day!

Of love and joy I'd take my fill,
The tedious hours of life to kill,
In every thing I'd have my will,

With a ftand-by, Clear the way.

The following Song is faid to be made in honour of our Sovereign Lady MARY Queen of SCOTS.

γου

I.

OU meaner beauties of the night,
Who poorly fatisfy our eyes,

More by your number than your light,
Ye are but officers of the skies;

What are you when the moon doth rife?

II.

You violets that first appear,

By your fine purple colour known,
Taking poffeffion of the year,

As if the spring were all your own;
What are ye when the rose is blown?

III.

You charming birds, that in the woods
Do warble forth your lively lays,
Making your paffion understood

In fofteft notes; what is your praise,
When Philomel her voice does raise,

IV.

You glancing jewels of the east,

Whose estimation fancies raise,

Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the rest

Of glittering gems; what is your praise,
When the bright diamond shews his rays?

V.

But, ah! poor light, gem, voice, and smell,
What are ye if my MARY fhine?

Moon, diamond, flowers, and Philomel,
Light, luftre, scent, and music tine,
And yield to merit more divine.

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