Whilft knaves and fools We are fincere and hearty. Fill to him, &c. III. If any are fo foolish To whine for courtiers' favour, We'll bind him o'er To drink no more, Till he has a better favour. Fill to him, &c. IV. If an accepted mason Should talk of high or low church, We'll fet him down A fhallow crown, And understanding no church. Fill to him, &c. V. The world is all in darkness ; A fong in drink Succeeds the mason's lecture. Fill to him, &c. VI. Then, landlord, bring a hogfhead, With hollow found, Each mafon here fhall face it. Fill to him, &c. The Frugal Maid. I. I AM a poor maiden forfaken, Yet I bear a contented mind I am a poor maiden forsaken, d; Yet I'll find another more kind : For altho' I be forfaken, Yet this I would have you to know, I ne'er was fo ill provided, But I'd two'r three strings to my bow. II. I own that once I lov'd him, But his fcorn I cou'd never endure; Nor yet to that height of perfection, For his flights to love him the more. I own he was very engaging, Yet this I would have you to know, I ne'er was fo ill provided, But I'd two'r three ftrings to my bow. III. Ye maidens who hear of my ditty, And are unto loving inclin'd, Men's minds they are fubject to changing, And wavering like the wind; Each object creates a new fancy : Then this I would have you to do ; Be easy and free, and take pattern by me, And keep two'r three ftrings to your bow. DAMON'S Picture of CELIA. Tune-Down the burn, Davie. I. ASSIST your vot'ry, friendly Nine, Inspire becoming lays; Caufe Celia's matchlefs beauty shine, Till heaven and earth fhall blaze. She's pleasant as returning light, Sweet as the morning-ray, When Phoebus quells the fhades of night, And brings the chearful day. II. Her graceful forehead's wondrous fair, No gloomy paffion rifing there, O'ercafts the peaceful scene: Her small bright eye-brows finely bend, Transport darts from her eyes; The sparkling diamond they transcend, Or ftars which gem the skies. III. A rifing blush of heavenly dye O'er her fair cheek still glows; Like roses newly blown ; IV. Her fnowy neck and breasts like glass, What's hid from thefe (if you demand) V. A sprightly and angelic mind Reigns in this comely frame, With decent ease acts unconfin'd, Inspires the whole like flame: Minerva or Diana's state, With Venus' softness join'd, Proclaim her goddess, meant by fate, Love's rightful queen defign'd. VI. Good gods! what raptures fire my foul ! At monarch's pomp I'll not repine, The New Light. I. ELIA, now my heart hath broke СЕ The bond of your ungentle yoke, Diffolv'd the fetter of that chain By which I ftrove so long in vain : May I be flighted if I e'er Am caught again within your snare, II. In vain you spread your treach'rous net, The bird can now your arts espy, III. I with contempt can now despise IV. I wonder what the plague it was V. Thus when the droufy god of fleep, |