Hafte to arms and form the line CHORUS. Charge the mufket, point the lance, Britain, when the lion's rous'd, Charge the mufkét, &c. Hearts of oak with speed advance; On the trembling fhores of France, And ftrike the world with wonder. Charge the mufket, &c. ́ Honour for the brave to fhare, Is the nobleft booty ; Guard your coafts, protect the fair; For that's a Briton's duty. Charge the mufket, &c. What if Spain fhould take their parts, And form a bafe alliance? All unite and English hearts, May bid the world defiance. CHORUS. Beat the drum the trumpet found, Danger face, mantain your ground, SONG 215. A QUIRE of bright beauties: In fpring did appear, To chufe a May-lady To govern the year; And the shepherds in green, The garland was given, And Phillis was queen. But Phillis refus'd it, I'll not wear a garland, While Pan and fair Syrinx, Are fled from the shore, The graces are banish'd, And love is no more: The foft god of pleasure That warm'd our defires, Has broken his bow, And extinguifh'd his fires; And vows that himself And his mother will mourn, Till Pan and fair Syrinx Forbear your addreffes, For we will perform What the deity fwore: But if you dare think Of deferving our charms, Away with your fheep hooks, And take to your arms: Then laurels and myrtles Your brows fhall adorn, When Pan and fair Syrinx SONG 216. THE TIPPLING PHILOSOPHERS. DIOGENES furly and proud, Who fnarl'd at the Macedon youth, Delighted in wine that was good, Because in good wine there was truth But growing as poor as a Job, Heraclitus ne'er wou'd deny A bumper, to cherish his heart; Till the liquor flow'd out of his eyes. Democritus always was glad To tipple and cherish his foul; Wife Solon, who carefully gave Good laws unto Athens of old, But drinking, much talk would decline, Old Socrates ne'er was content, Till a bottle had hightened his joys, Who in's cups to the oracle went, Or he ne'er had been counted fo wife : Late hours he moft certainly lov'd, Made wine the delight of his life, Or Xantippe would never have prov'd Such a damnable fcold of a wife. Grave Seneca, fam'd for his parts, Which he drank like a mifer at home; Pythagoras did filence enjoin, On his pupils who wisdom would feek; Because he tippled good wine, Till himself was unable to speak ; And when he was whimfical grown, With fipping his plentiful bowls, By the ftrength of the juice in his crown, He conceiv'd tranfmigration of fouls. Copernicus too, like the reft, Believ'd there was wifdom in wine, And thought that a cup of the best Made reafon the brighter to fhine; |