Then fops, and wits, and beaux, forbear, Your arts will never do; For fome fond youth fhall be my care, My little heart shall love a home, SONG 255. WHILE from our looks, fair nymph, you guefs The fecret paffions of our mind; My heavy eyes, you say, confefs, 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 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, While wonders then with wonders vie, O come, in all thy native grace, Shall vanish like the morning dew. SONG 257. 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, My heart new panting 'gan to feel, With looks all kindness he drew near, My milk white hands he did extol, These words into my heart did steal, Altho? I feemingly did chide, Until my heart was wounded fair ; That I my love cou'd scarce conceal, My hanks of yarn, my rock and reel, My yielding heart ftrange flames did feel, About my neck his arm he laid, In trouth I loo'd the motion weel, Amang the pleafant cocks of hay, Thefe pleasures I cannot reveal, SONG 258. 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; |