Oh where, where would you fly me?
Can you deny me, thus torn and diftrefs'd?
Think, when my lover was by me,

Wou'd I, how cou'd I, refuse his request?
Kneeling before you, let me implore you;
Look on me fighing, crying, dying;
Ah! is there no language can move?
If I have been too complying,

Hard was the conflict 'twixt duty and love,

OW much fuperior beauty awes,

The coldest bofoms find;

But with refiftlefs force it draws,

To fenfe and fweetnefs join'd.
The cafket, where to outward fhew
The workman's art is seen,
Is doubly valu'd, when we know
within.

It holds a gem

Tune, Vainly now you strive, &c.

WHEN we fee a lover languish,

And his truth and honour prove,

Ah! how fweet to heal his anguish,
And repay him love for love.

HENCE with cares, complaints and frowning,
Welcome jollity and joy;

Ev'ry grief in pleasure drowning,
Mirth this happy night employ :
Let's to friendship do our duty,

Laugh and fing fome good old ftrain;
Drink a health to love and beauty;
May they long in triumph reign

SONGS IN THE MAID OF THE MILL.

CHORUS.

FREE from forrow, free from ftrife,

Oh how bleft the miller's life! Chearful working through the day, Still he laughs and fings away. Nought can vex him,

Nought perplex him,

While there's grift to make him gay,

DUET.

Let the great enjoy the bleffings,
By indulgent fortune fent.
What can wealth, can grandeur offer,
More than plenty and content?

WAS I fure a life to lead,

Wretched as the vileft flave,

Ev'ry hardship wou'd I brave,
Rudeft toil, fevereft need,
Ere yield my hand fo cooly
To the man who never truly

Could my heart in keeping have.

Wealth with others fucoefs will enfure you,
Where your wit and your perfon may please,
Take to them your love, I conjure you,
And in mercy set me at ease.

TRUST me, would you tafte true pleasure,
Without mixture, without measure,

No where fhall you find the treasure
Sure as in the fylvan scene:
Bleft, who, no falfe glare requiring,
Nature's rural fweets admiring,
Can, from groffer joys retiring,
Seek the fimple and ferene..

ITH the man that I love, was I deftin'd to dwell

WITH

On a mountain, a moor, in a cot, in a cell: Retreats the most barren, moft defert, would be More pleafing than courts or a palace to me,

M

Let the vain and the venal, in wedlock afpire
To what folly esteems, and the vulgar admire;
I yield them the blifs, where their wishes are plac'd,
Infenfible creatures! 'tis all they can taste,

WHEN you meet a tender creature,
Neat in limb, and fair in feature,

Full of kindnefs and good-nature;
Prove as kind again to the.
Happy mortal! to poffefs her,
In your bofom warm and prefs her,
Morning, noon, and night carefs her,
And be fond as fond can be.

But if one you meet that's froward,
Saucy, jilting, and untoward,
Should you act the whinning coward,
'Tis to mend her ne'er the whit:
Nothing's tough enough to bind her;
Then agog when once you find her,
Let her go, and never mind her ;
Heart alive, you're fairly quit.

ORD! Sir, you feem mighty uneafy,
But I the refusal can bear;
I warrant I fhall not run crazy,
Nor die in a fit of despair.
If fo you fuppofe, you're mistaken;
For, Sir, for to let you to know,
I'm not fuch a maiden forfaken,

But I have two ftrings to my bow.

TO fpeak my mind of womankind,

In one word 'tis this,

By nature they're defign'd

To fay and do amifs.

Be they maids, be they wives,
Alike they plague our lives;

Wanton, headitrong, cunning, vain,
Born to cheat, and give men pain.

Their study, day and night,
Is mischief their delight;
And if we fhould prevent
At one door the intent,
They quickly turn about,
And find another out.

IF

F that's all you want, who the plague will be forry? 'Twere better by half to dig ftones in a quarry; For my fhare, I'm weary of what is got by't: S'flefh! here's fuch a racket, fuch fcolding and coiling, You're never content, but when folks are a-toiling,

And drudging like horfes from morning till night. You think I'm afraid, but the diff'rence to fhow you, Firft, yonder's your shovel, your facks too I throw you,

Henceforward, take care of your matters who will; They're welcome to flave for your wages that need 'em, Tol lol derol lol, I have purchas'd my freedom,

And never hereafter shall work at the mill.

WHEN a maid, in way of marriage,
First is courted by a man,

Let 'un do the best he can,

She's fo fhame-fac'd in her carriage, "Tis with pain the fuit's began. Tho'f mayhap the likes him mainly,

Still the fhames it coy and cold;

Fearing to confefs it plainly,

Left the folks fhould think her bold.

But the parfon comes in fight,

Gives the word to bill and coo:

'Tis a different story quite,

And he quickly buckles to.

HARK! 'tis I, your own true lover,
After walking three long miles,

One kind look at least discover,
Come and speak a word to Giles.
You alone my heart I fix on,
Ah, you little cunning vixen!
I can fee your roguish fmiles.

Addflids! my mind is fo poffeft,
'Till we're fped I shan't have rest;
Only fay, the thing's a bargain,
Here an you like it,

Ready to ftrike it,

There's at once an end of arguing; I am hers, she is mine;

Thus we feal, and thus we fign.

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OU vile pack of vagabonds! what do you mean?. 'Ill maul you, rafcallions,

Ye tatter-demallions,

If one of them comes within reach of my cane,
Such curfed affurance,

'Tis past all endurance.
Nay, nay, pray come away,
They're lyars and thieves,
And he that believes
Their foolish predictions
Will find them but fictions,

A bubble that always deceives.

WH

WHAT are outward forms and fhows,
To an honeft heart compar'd?

Oft the ruftic wanting thofe,
Has the nobler portion fhar'd.
Oft we fee the homely flow'r,
Bearing at the hedge's fide,
Virtues of more fov'reign pow'r,
Than the garden's gayeft pride.