'Tis fomething than friendship more sweet, More paffionate even than love. For ever when absent from you, This the fecret I had to betray, And the fate of my paffion is fuch; That in what I was prompted to say, Methinks I have utter'd too much. SONG 7. How imperfect is expreffion, Some emotions to impart ; When we mean a foft confeffion, And yet feek to hide the heart : When our bofoms all complaining With delicious tumults fwell, Speak what trembling, fault'ring, dying; Language would, but cannot tell. Deep confufion's rofy terror Quite expreffive paints my check; Afk no more, behold your error, Blushes eloquently fpeak: What though filent is my anguifh, Ah! that you could once conceive me, SONG 8. By Mr W. C. to a young Lady. THE Cyprian queen when fam'd Appelles drew, He had each beauty of his age in view; While from each nymph each various charm he chofe. From this he ftole the mildness of her eyes, From that her lips in imitative dyes; 'Till the whole portrait rofe divinely fair. But had he liv'd to fee your angel face, From y'd borrow'd ev'ry lovely grace; But take each charm from much lov'd Ht. Yet though affifted by a hand divine, Each colour glow'd, and ev'ry ftroke was fine; Yet though he fummon'd all the pow'rs of paint, The world, álas! would own the likeness faint. SONG 9. THE JUDICIOUS CHOICE. A BEAUTIFUL face and a form without fault, Are not the attractions by which I am caught; Good nature, good sense, and an honeft free mind, Are perfections in woman to which I'm inclin'd. For a time beauty charms, but fo certain is age, That who with a beauty alone would engage? Since time spreads a veil o'er the brightest of eyes, And a face is a flow'r that bloffoms and dies. Then, Venus, begone with your artful decoys, Which like fyrens do tempt, and like fyrens deftroy; 'Tis friendship and virtue I feek in a wife, Whom I'd love and carefs ev'ry day of my life. SONG 10. To the Tune of, THE HIGHLAND LADDIE. AMELIA, fhe's fo wond'rous fair, That you'd not ken her frae a lady; But, ah! he can't win frae her daddie. Whene'er I fee her fmiling face, My heart does pant with joy and pleasure; But, when she's abfent frae the place, O! I am grieved out of measure. O! my lovely, &c. She is poffefs'd of many charms, Which quite enchant her faithfu' laddie ; O! if I had her in my arms I wou'd e'en keep her frae her daddie. To happiness I'll bid adieu, Of my lovely, &c. 'Till fhe arrives into AULD REEKY; For there's nae ither nymph I loo' Like my fweet Amelia M--y. O! my lovely, &c. SONG 11. THE BRITISH FAIR. PHOEBUS, meaner themes difdaining, Chiefs, throughout the land victorious, All the works of worth and merit, Reason is as weak as paffion; SONG 12. JOHNNY AND MARY. DOWN the burn and thro' the mead, His golden locks wav'd o'er his brow; |