The wandering Beauty.

I.

THE graces and the wandering loves
Are fled to distant plains,

To chase the fawns, or in the groves
To wound admiring swains :
With their bright mistress there they stray,
Who turns their careless eyes
From daily victories; yet each day
Behold new triumphs in her way,
And conquers as she flies;
And conquers, &c.

II.

But fee! implor'd by moving prayers
To change the lover's pain;
Venus her harness'd doves prepares,
And brings the fair again.
Proud mortals who this maid pursue,
Think you she'll e'er refign?
Ceafe, fools, your wishes to renew,
Till she grows flesh and blood like you,
Or you like her divine;

Or you, &c.

The Sweet Temptation.

I.

SAW ye the nymph whom I adore?

Saw ye the goddess of my heart? And can you bid me love no more? And can you think I feel no smart?

So

II.

many charms around her shine, Who can the sweet temptation fly? Spite of her fcorn, fhe's fo divine, That I must love her, tho' I die.

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Bonny BARBARA ALLAN.

I.

was in and about the Martinmas time, When the green leaves were a-falling, That Sir John Græme in the west country Fell in love with Barbara Allan.

II.

He fent his man down through the town,
To the place where she was dwelling,
O haste, and come to my master dear,
Gin ye be Barbara Allan.

III.

O hooly, hooly rose she up,

To the place where he was lying, And when the drew the curtain by, Young man, I think you're dying.

IV.

O it's I'm fick, and very very fick,
And 'tis a' for Barbara Allan.

O the better for me ye's never be,

Tho' your heart's blood were a-fpilling.

V.

O dinna ye mind, young man, said she,
When ye was in the tavern a-drinking,

That ye made the healths gae round and round,
And flighted Barbara Allan ?

VI.

He turn'd his face unto the wall,
And death was with him dealing;
Adieu, adieu, my dear friends all,
And be kind to Barbara Allan.

VII.

And flowly, flowly raise fhe up,
And flowly, flowly left him;
And fighing, faid, she cou'd not stay,
Since death of life had reft him.

VIII.

She had not gane a mile but twa,
When she heard the dead-bell ringing,
And every jow that the dead-bell gied,
It cry'd, Wo to Barbara Allan.

IX.

O mother, mother, make my bed,
O make it saft and narrow,
Since my love dy'd for me to-day,
I'll die for him to-morrow.

The Toper's Petition.

I.

GRANT me, kind Bacchus,

The god of the vine,

Not a pipe nor a tun,

But an ocean of wine,

With a fhip that's well-mann'd With fuch rare-hearted fellows,

Who ne'er left the tavern

For a porterly alehouse.

II.

Let the ship spring a leak,
To let in the tipple,
Without pump or longboat,
To fave ship or people:

So that each jolly lad

May always be bound,

Or to drink, or to drink,

Or to drink, or be drown'd.

III.

When death does prevail,

It is my design
To be nobly entomb'd

In a wave of good wine :
So that living or dead,
Both body and fpirit,
May float round the world
In an ocean of claret.

The Relief by the Bowl.

SINCE drinking has power to bring us relief,

Come fill up the bowl, and the pox on all grief: If we find that won't do, we'll have fuch another; And fo we'll proceed from one bowl to another; Till, like fons of Apollo, we'll make our wit foar, Or in homage to Bacchus, fall down on the floor.

Apollo and Bacchus were both merry fouls, Each of them delighted to tofs off their bowls; Then let us, to show ourselves mortals of merit, Be toasting these gods in a bowl of good claret. And then we shall each be deserving of praise : But the man that drinks most shall go off with the bays.

On Masonry.

I.

Y mafon's art, the aspiring dome

BY

In various columns fhall arife;
All climates are their native home,
Their godlike actions reach the skies.
Heroes and kings revere their name,
And poets fing their deathless fame.

II.

Great, gen'rous, noble, wife, and brave,
Are titles they moft justly claim;
Their deeds fhall live beyond the grave,

Which babes unborn fhall loud proclaim;

Time shall their glorious acts inrol,

Whilft love and friendship charm the foul.