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Then fops, and wits, and beaux, forbear,

Your arts will never do;

For fome fond youth fhall be my care,
Life's chequer'd feafon through.

My little heart shall love a home,
A warm and shelter'd neft;
No giddy flights fhall make me roam
From where I most am bleft:
With love, and only that, dear swain,
What tranquil joys 1 fee!
Farewel, ye falfe, inconftant train!
For one is all to me.

SONG 255.

WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guefs

The fecret paffions of our mind;

My heavy eyes, you say, confefs,
A heart to love and grief inclin❜d.

There needs, alas! but little art,

To have this fatal fecret found; With the fame ease you threw the dart, 'Tis certain you may fhew the wound.

How can I fee you and not love,

While you as opening caft are fair?

While cold as northern blafts you prove, How can I love, and not despair?

The wretch in double fetters bound
Your potent mercy may releafe :
Soon, if my love but once were crown'd,
Fair prophetess, my grief would ceafe.

SONG 256.

AROUND the fpacious landscape rove,

The Naiads haunt, the Triton's bed, Search every grot, and every grove,. Where art and nature beauties fhade:

Whate'er is rich, whate'er is rare,

Whate'er is worthieft to be known,
Collect from fea, and earth, and air,
From foffil, plant, or precious tone.

While wonders then with wonders vie,
And latent miracles difpenfe;
While this attracts the raptur'd eye,
And that allures the ravifh'd fenfe :

O come, in all thy native grace,
Maria come, and bless the view,
And every former beauteous trace

Shall vanish like the morning dew.

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THE SPINNING-WHEEL.

As I fat at my spinning-wheel,

A bonny lad was paffing by :

I view'd him round, and lik'd him weel,
For truth he had a glancing eye.

My heart new panting 'gan to feel,
But fill I turn'd my spinning-wheel.

With looks all kindness he drew near,
And ftill mair lovely did appear;
And round about my flender waist
He clafp'd his arms, and me embrac'd :
To kifs my hand fyne down did kneel,
As I fat at my fpinning wheel.

My milk white hands he did extol,
And prais'd my fingers long and fmall,,
And faid, there was nae lady fair
That ever cou'd with me compare.

These words into my heart did steal,
But ftill I turn'd my fpinning wheel..

Altho? I feemingly did chide,
Yet he wad never be deny'd,
But ftill declar'd his love the mair,

Until my heart was wounded fair ;

That I my love cou'd scarce conceal,
Yet ftill I turn'd my fpinning-wheel.

My hanks of yarn, my rock and reel,
My winnels and my fpinning-wheel;
He bid me leave them a' with speed,
And gang with him to yonder mead :

My yielding heart ftrange flames did feel,
Yet fill I turn'd my spinning-wheel.

About my neck his arm he laid,
And whifper'd Rife, my bonny maid,
And with me to yon hay-cock go,
I'll teach thee better wark to do.

In trouth I loo'd the motion weel,
And loot alane my fpinning-wheel.

Amang the pleafant cocks of hay,
Then with my bonny lad I lay;
What laffie, young and faft as I,
Cou'd fic a handfome lad deny?

Thefe pleasures I cannot reveal,
That far furpaft the fpinning-wheel.

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THE BIRKS OF INVERMA Y.

THE fmiling morn, the breathing spring,

Invite the tunefu' birds to fing;

And while they warble from each spray,

Love melts the univerfal lay;

Let us, Amanda, timely wife,

Like them improve the hour that flies, And in faft raptures walte the day Amang the birks of Invermay.

For foon the winter of the year, And age, life's winter, will appear;, At this thy lively bloom will fade, As that will ftrip the verdant shade; Our tafte of pleasure then is o'er, The feather'd fongfters please no more: And when they droop and we decay, Adieu the birks of Invermay.

The lav'rocks now and lint whites fing, The rocks around wi' echoes ring, The mavis and the blackbird vye In tunefu' ftrains to glad the day; The woods now wear their fummer. fuits, To mirth a' nature now invites ; Let us be blythfome then, and gay, Amang the birks of Invermay.

Behold, the hills and vales around With lowing herds and flocks abound; The wanton kids and frifking lambs Gambol and dance about their dams; The bufy bees with humming noise, And a' the reptile kind rejoice;

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