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; 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 No more he haunts the grove or stream, IV. Ah Celia! fly Sabina cry'd, Let either fix the dart. Poor girl! fays Celia, fay no more; That spite which broke his chains before, The fair Warning. YOUNG virgins love pleasure, As mifers do treasure; And both alike study To heighten the measure; Fall in love for a song; But foon as they marry, And find things miscarry ; That they were not more wary. Instead of foft wooing, They run to their ruin, And all their lives after Drag forrow along. DEAR Colin, prevent my warm blushes, How can I speak without pain? My eyes have oft told you their wishes : II. My paffion wou'd lose by expreffion, III. Since yours is the province of speaking, IV. Then quickly why don't you discover? 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 ; II. At least ye fhou'd wait for our offers, 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, ་་་་་་་་་་་་་་ The Country-lafs's Ambition. WHAT I. WHAT tho' they call me country lass? Oh! could I fee the day! II. Surrounded by a crowd of beaux, Oh! could I see the day! I'll dart fuch glances from these eyes, III. Oh! then for every new delight, Of love and joy I'd take my fill, 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, More by your number than your light, What are you when the moon doth rife? II. You violets that first appear, By your fine purple colour known, As if the spring were all your own; III. You charming birds, that in the woods In fofteft notes; what is your praise, IV. You glancing jewels of the east, Whose estimation fancies raise, Pearls, rubies, fapphires, and the rest Of glittering gems; what is your praise, V. But, ah! poor light, gem, voice, and smell, Moon, diamond, flowers, and Philomel, |