SONG 73.

The IMAGINARY KISS.

WHEN Fanny I faw, as fhe trip'd o'er the

green,

Fair, blooming, foft, artlefs, and kind;

Fond love in her eyes, wit and sense her mein,
And warmness, with modefty join'd:
Transported with fudden amazement, flood
Faft rivetted down to the place;
Her delicate fhape, eafy motion, I view'd,
And wander'd o'er every grace.

Ye gods! what luxuriance of beauty! I cry,.
What raptures muft dwell in her arms!
On her lips I could feaft, on her breast I could die ;
O Fanny how fweet are thy charms!

Whilft thus in idea my paffion I fed,

Soft tranfports my fenfes invade;

Young Damon ftep'd up, with the fubftance he fled,

And left me to kifs but the fhade.

SONG 74.

The FEAST.

POLLY, when your lips you join,

Lovely pouting lips to mine;

To the bee the flow'ry field,
Such a banquet does not yield.

Not the dewy morning rofe
So much fweetnefs does difclofe;
Not the gods fuch nectar fip
As Colin, from thy balmy lip.

Kifs me, then, with rapture kifs

We'll furpass the gods in blifs ;
We'll furpafs the gods in blifs;
We'll furpass, &c.

SONG 75

The MEETING KISS.

LET me fly into thy arms,
Let me tafte again thy charms;
Kifs me, prefs me, to thy breaft,
In raptures not to be expreft.

Let me clafp thy lovely waift, Throw thy arms around my neck, Thus embracing, and embrac'd, Nothing fhall our raptures check.

;

Hearts with mutual pleasure glowing, Eyes with fears of gladness flowing; Eyes and lips, and hearts, shall show, Th' excess of joy that meeting lovers know. The excefs of joy, &c.

SONG 76.

The RECONCILING KISS.

WHY that fadnefs on thy brow?

Why that starting chryftal tear? Dearest Polly let me know,

For thy grief I cannot bear. Polly with a figh reply'd,

What needs I the cause impart ; Did not you this moment chide? And you know it breaks my

heart.

Colin, melting as she spoke,
Caught the fair one in his arms
O, my dear! thy tender look
Every paffion quite difarms.
By this dear relenting kifs,

I'd no anger in my thought;
Come, my love, by this, and this,
Let our quarrels be forgot.

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As when fudden ftormy rain.
Ev'ry drooping flow'ret fpoils;
When the fun fhines out again,

All the face of Nature fmiles.
Polly fo reviv'd and cheer'd,

By her Colin's kind embrace, Her declining head up rear'd, Sweetly fmiling in his face.

SONG 77.

WITH an honest old friend, and a merry old fong,
And a flask of old port, let me fit the night long;
And laugh at the malice of thofe who repise,
That they muft fwig porter, whilft I can drink wine.

I envy no mortal, tho' ever fo great,
Nor fcorn I a wretch for his lowly eftate;
But what I abhor and esteem as a curse,
Is poornefs of fpirit, not poornefs in purfe.

Then dare to be gen'rous, dauntless and gay, Let's merrily pafs life's remainder away; Upheld by our friends, we our foes may defpife, For the more we are envy'd, the higher we rife.

SONG 78.

WHEN fairies dance round on the grafs,

And revel to night's awful noon :

O fay, will you meet me, fweet lass,
All by the pale light of the moon ?
My paffion I feek not to screen,
Then can I refuse you your boon?
I'll meet you at twelve on the
green,
All by the pale light of the moon.

The nightingale perch'd on a thorn,

Then charms all the plains with her tune,

And glad of the absence of

morn,

Salutes the bright light of the moon,

How fweet is the jeffamin grove !

And sweet are the rofes of June,

But fweeter the language of love,
Breath'd forth by the light of the moon.

Too flow rolls the chariot of day,
Unwilling to grant me my boon:
Away, envious funfhine, away!

Give place to the light of the moon.
But fay, will you never deceive,

The lafs whom you conquer'd fo foon ;
And leave a foft maiden to grieve,
Alone by the light of the moon?

The planets fhall ftart from their fpheres
Ere I prove fo fickle a loon :