Her fmiles would gild despair,
And brighten ev'ry joy.
Like nature's rural fcenes,

Her heartfome beauty charms;
Like them, with joy ferene,

Our wishing heart they warm.
Her looks, with fweetnefs crown'd,
Steal every fenfe away:
The lift'ning fwains around
Forget the fhort'ning day.

Health, freedom, wealth and eafe,
Without her tastelefs are,
She gives them pow'r to please,
And makes them worth our care.
Is there, ye fates, a bliss
Referved for my share;
Indulgent, hear my with,
And grant it all in her.

OH!

X. The kind ANSWER.

H! Jemmy's a lad fo gay, He's all my foul's delight; He's all my thoughts by day, And all my dreams by night: No intruding rival e'er

Shall Jemmy's love molest, 'Tis he alone's my care,

And dwells within my breast.
When first that we did meet,
Cupid he play'd his part;
Young Jemmy's kiffes fweet
Soon ftole away my heart:
His blythe and bonny parts,
His witty gilded tongue,
Wou'd ravish all the hearts

Of virgins fair and young.
Well, Jemmy, fince I find

That to me thou art true, For ever I'll be kind,

And conftant unto you.

Then to the church let's go,
Where we'll be fairly wed,
Our joy fhall overflow
In lawful marriage bed.

XI. Mad TOM of Bedlam.

FORTH from my fad and darkfome cell,
Or from the deep abyfs of hell,

Mad Tom is come to view the world again,
To fee if he can eafe his distemper'd brain s
Hark! how the angry furies howl!
Pluto laughs, and Proferpine is glad
Te fee poor naked Tom of Bedlam mad.
Thro' the world I wander night and day,
To find my struggling fenfes.

In an angry mood I found old time,
With pentateuch of tenses;
When me he fpies,

Away he flies;

For time will stay for no man;
In vain with cries

I rend the skies;

For pity is not common.

Cold and comfortless I lie, Help, O help! or else I die.

Hark! I hear
Apollo's team

The car-man 'gins to whistle
Chafte Diana

Bends her bow;

The boar begins to bristle.

Come Vulcan, with tools and tackle,
Shake of my troublesome shackle;
Let Charles make ready his wane,
To bring me my fenfes again.
Laft night I heard the dog-ftar bark;
Mars met Venus in the dark.
Limping Vulcan heat an iron bar,
And furiously ran at the God of War;
Mars with his weapon laid about;
But Vulcan's temples had the gout;

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His broad horns did so hang in his fight,
He could not fee to aim his blows aright:
Mercury, the nimble poft of heav'n,
Stood ftill to fee the quarrel;
Gorrel-bellied Bacchus, giant-like,
Beftrid a strong beer-barrel.
To me he drank,
I did him thank;
But I could get no cyder;
He drank whole butts,
'Till he crakt his guts;
But mine were ne'er the wider.
Poor naked Tom is very dry;
A little drink for charity.
Hark! I hear

Acteon's hounds;

The huntfman whoops and hollows,
Ringwood, Royster,
Bowman, Jowler,

At the chace he now follows,

Eats powder'd beef, turnip and carrot;
A cup of old Malago fack

Will fire the bush at his back.

XII. The Happy Freedom.

COME all you young lovers, who wan with de

fpair,

Compofe idle fonnets, and figh for the fair:

Who puff up their pride, by enhancing their charms,

And tell them, 'tis heaven to lie in their arms;
Be wife by example, take pattern by me,

For let what will happen, by Jove I'll be free,
For let what will happen, &c.

When I in the net by young Daphne was caught,
I ly'd, and I flatter'd, as nature had taught;
I prefs'd her to blifs, which the granted full foon,

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But the date of my paffion expir'd with the moon: She faid fhe was ruin'd; I faid it might be,

I'm forry, my dear, but by Jove, &c,

I'm forry, my dear, &c,

The next was young Phillis, as bright as the morn,
The love that I proffer d the treated with fcorn:
I laugh'd at her folly, and told her my mind,
That none can be handsome but fuch as are kind;
Her pride and ill nature were loft upon me,
For in fpite of fair faces, by Jove, &c,
For in fpite of, &c.

Let others call marriage the harbour of joys, Calm peace I delight in, and fly from all noife; Some chufe to be hamper'd, 'tis a ftrange rage, And, like birds, they fing beft when confin'd in a cage;

Confinement's the devil, 'twas ne'er made for me;
Let who will be bond flaves, by Jove, &c.
Let who will, &c.

Then let a brifk bumper run over the glafs,
In a toast to the young and the beautiful lafs,
Who's yielding and eafy, prefcribes no dull rule,
Nor thinks it a wonder a lover fhould cool;
Let's bill like the fparrow, and rove like the bee,
For in fpite of grave lessons, by Jove, &c.

XIII. The ANSWER.

HOW dare you, bold Strephon, prefume thus to

prate,

And lafh the fair fex at this monft'rous rate?
You boast of your freedom; 'tis not long ago.
Since you was a slave to fair Chloe, you know,
When the next arrow pierces, I pray fend for me;
I'll return you this anfwer, by Jove I'll be free.
I'll return you this answer, &c.

You fay that young Daphne you brought to difgrace;
But I thank my kind ftars, it is none of my cafe;
I will take fpecial care, Sir, of yielding too foon,

Nor will I defpair at the change of the moon;
'Twas ne'er in your power yet to ruin me,

So I tell you, with courage, by Jove I'll be free.
So I tell you, with courage, &c.

The next was young Phillis, whom beauties adorn, [fcorn : She ferv'd you but right, Sir, to treat you with When the fox could not get the fweet grapes in his pow'r,

He gave them a curfe, and faid they were four; For thofe nymps that are wife, Sir, and won't ruin'd be,

With spleen you defpife, and by Jove you'll be free.
With fpleen you defpife, &c.

Altho' you make fport, Sir, of the married ftate, Remember, proud Strephon, it may be your fate; In the height of your fever, your pains to affwage; When their's no other way, you'll be glad of a cage; When mirth, wine, and mufic, no cordial can be ; May the fair one then answer, By Jove I'll be free. May the fair one, &c.

I wish that all women would follow my rule; Then foon, haughty Strephon, you'd look like a fool,

When Cupid has fhot with a well pointed dart,
And made an impreffion upon your vain heart,
When trembling and pale you approach the fair fhe,

May foe fcornfully answer, By Jove I'll be free.
May fhe fcornfully answer, &c.

But give me the man that can live without feint;
(For natural beauty is far beyond paint,)
Who thinks it a bleffing to fettle for life,
And knows how to value a virtuous wife.
So I'll wait with pleasure to find the kind be,
And then I defire no more to be free.
And then I defire, &c.