If heaven, its bleffings to augment . If love the virgin's heart invade If the be not kind as fair If you at an office folicit your due. I'll range around the fhady bowers. I'll fail upon the dog-star I'll fing you a dittay, and warrant it true. In ancient times, in Britain's ifle > In pimps and politicians PAGE 185 229 96 234 34 85 193 221 In spite of love, at length I've found In this grove my Strephon walk'd . It was in and about the Martinmas time. Jolly mortals, fill your glaffes. 253 98 56 188 Kindly, kindly, thus my treasure Laft Sunday at St. James's pray'rs . 81 107 19 II 2 Let us drink and be merry, &c. 238 Let's drink, my friends, while here we live My goddess Lydia, heavenly fair Now God be wi' old Symon. Of all comforts I miscarried Of all the trades from east to west Of Leifter, fam'd for maidens fair O my heart, my heavy, heavy heart Oh! happy, happy grove Oh! lead me to fome peaceful gloom Oh! the charming month of May. Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles 243 On Whitsunday morning One April morn, when from the fea One evening as I lay 244 66 60 One long Whitfun holiday 64 - +One Sunday after mass. Our Polly is a sad flut! nor heeds, &c. Phillis despise not your faithful lover Pious Selinda goes to prayers Pray now, John, let Jug prevail Pretty parrot, say, when I was away Prithee, Sufan, what dost muse on Proud woman, I fcorn you Saw ye the nymph whom I adore Send home my long stray'd eyes to me Since drinking has power to bring us relief Since times are so bad, I must tell thee, &c. Sum up all the delights. Sweet are the charms of her I love The gamesters and lawyers are jugglers alike The gypfies came to our good lord's gate 253 The miser thus a fhilling fees 232 The modes of the court so common are grown The nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind The play of love is now begun The fages of old The smiling morn, the breathing spring 235 200 31 195 Ten years, like Troy, my stubborn heart. The fun was funk beneath the hill. There came a ghost to Marg'ret's door There was anes a May, and she loo'd na men There were three lads in our town. Thirfis, a young and am'rous swain. Tho' cruel you seem to my pain PAGE 204 202 194 250 228 235 Thro' all the employments of life Thus gamesters united in friendship are found. 'Tis wine that clears the understanding To Fanny fair could I impart + Transported with pleasure 'Twas at the shining mid-day hour Upbraid me not, capricious fair We all to conquering beauty bow We have no idle prating We'll drink, and we'll never have done, boys Were I laid on Greenland's coast What gudgeons are we men What tho' they call me country-lafs What woman cou'd do, I have try'd to be free When betimes on the morn to the fields, &c. When Chloe we ply When Delia on the plain appears When gay Philander fell a prize When, lovely Phillis, thou art kind. While filently I lov'd nor dar'd Willy's rare, and Willy's fair. With ev'ry grace young Strephon chose -Would fate to me Belinda give Would you have a young virgin of fifteen years Wou'd you chuse a wife Virgins are like the fair flower in its luftre Virgins, if e'er at last it prove 246 You meaner beauties of the night 213 Young Roger came tapping You that love mirth, attend to my fong Young Corydon and Phillis Young Roger of the mill Youth's the season made for joys 88 39 175 186 232 210 |