How bleft I'll be, when fhe's my wife,
And lock'd up in my arms!

I will awa', &c.

There blythly will I rant and fing,
While o'er her fweets I range,
I'll cry, Your humble fervant, King,
Shamefa' them that wad change
A kifs of Betty and a fmile,
Albeit ye wad lay down

The right ye hae to Britain's ifle,,
And offer me your crown.
I will awa', &c.

AS

LXIX.

S charming Clara walk'd alone,

The feather'd fnow came foftly down, Like Jove, defcending from his tow'r, To court her in a filver fhow'r. The wanton fnow flew to her breafts, Like little birds into their nefts:

But, being outdone with whitenefs there,. For grief diffolv'd into a tear

Thence flowing down her garment's hem, To deck her, froze into a gem.»

OF

LXX. Pretty SALLY.

F all the girls that are fo fmart,
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives fo in our alley.
There is no lady in the land

Is half fo fweet as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.

Her father he makes cabbage nets,

And through the streets does cry 'em

Her mother fhe fells laces long,
To fuch as pleafe to buy 'em ;
But fure fuch folks could ne'er beget:
So fweet a girl, as Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.

When he is by, I leave my work,
I love her fo fincerely;
My mafter comes like any Turk,
And bangs me moft feverely :
But let him bang his belly-full,
I'll bear it all for Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,.
And the lives in our alleys

Of all the days are in the week,
I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes betwixt
The Saturday and Monday;
For then I'm dreft in all my beft,
To walk abroad with Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.
My mafter carries me to church;
And often I am blamed

Because I leave him in the lurch,
As soon as text is named :

I leave the church in fermon time,
And flink away with Sally:
She is the darling of my heart,
And the lives in our alley.

When Christmas comes about again,

then I fhall have money;

I'll hoard it up, and box it all,

And give it to my honey;

And wou'd it were ten thousand pounds

I'd give it all to Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

And the lives in our alley.

My mafter, and the neighbours all,

Make game of me and Sally;

And but for her, I'd better be
A flave and row a galley.;

But when my long seven years are out;
O! then I'll marry Sally;

! then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,,
But not into our alley..

EXXI.

H the time that is paft.

OF

When she held me so fast,.

And declar'd that her honour no longer could laft;
No light, but her languishing eyes did appear,
To prevent all excufes and blushes and fear.
How the figh'd, and unlac'd,

With fuch trembling and hafte,

As if the had dong'd to be clofer embrac'd;
My lips the fweet pleasure of kiffes enjoy'd;
While

my. hands were in search of hid treasure em«.
ploy'd.

With my heart all on fire,

In the flames of defire;

When I boldly purfu'd what the feem'd to require : She cry'd Oh! for pity's fake change your ill mind; Pray, Amyntas, be civil, or I'll be unkind,

All your blifs you destroy,

Like a naked young boy,

Who fears the kind river he came to enjoy ;
Let's in, my dear Chloris, I'll fave thee from harm,
And make the cold element pleasant and warm.
Dear Amyntas! he cries,

Then the caft down her eyes,

And with kiffes confeft what the faintly denies,
Too fure of my conqueft, I purpos'd to stay
Till her free confent did more sweeten the prey.
But too late I began,

For her paffion was done;

Now Amyntas! fhe cry'd, I will never be won;
Thy tears and thy courtfhip no pity can move;
Thou haft flighted the critical minute of love.

ΤΗ

LXXII.

The GRAND TACK.

Tune, Clout the Caldron.

'HE globe of earth on which we dwell,.
Is tack'd unto the poles, Sir;
The little worlds our carcaffes,
Are tack'd unto our fouls, Sir;
Tal, lal, deral, &c.

The parfon's work is taylor-like,
To tack the foul to heav'n;
The doctor's is to keep the tack
'Twixt foul and body even :
Tal, lal, deral, &c.

The priest befides, by office tacks
The husband to the wife, Sir;
And that's a tack (God help them both).
Which always holds for life, Sir,
Tal, lal deral, &c.

The lawyer ftudies how to tack
His client to the laws, Sir;

Th' attorney tacks whole quires and reams,
To lengthen out his caute, Sir..

Tal lal, deral, &c...

The commons, lords, and English crown,
Are all three tack'd together,

And fhou'd they chance to be untack'd,,
No good can come of either

Tal, lal, deral, &c.

The crown is tack'd unto the church,
The church unto the crown, Sir,
The Whigs are flightly tack'd to both,
And fo may foon come down, Sir,,
Tal, lal, deral, &c.

Since all the world's a general tack
Of one thing to another;

Then why about an honeft tack:
Do fools make fuch a pother?
Tal, lal, deral, &c.

1

LXXIII.

STELLA, darling of the mufes,
Fairer than the blooming fpring;
Sweetest theme the poet chufes,
When of thee he ftrives to fing
Whilft my foul with wonder traces
All thy charms of face and mind,
All the beauties, all the graces
Of thy fex in thee I find.

Love, and joy, and admiration,
In my breaft alternate rife:
Words no more can paint my paffion,
Than the pencil can thine eyes.
Lavish nature thee adorning,

O'er thy cheeks and lips hath fpread
Colours that do fhame the morning,
Shining with celeftial red.

Pallas, Venus, now muft never
Boaft their charms triumphant fit;

Stella bright outvying either,
This in beauty, that in wit,
Could the gods in blefs'd condition,
Ought on earth with envy view,

Lovely Stella, their ambition

Would be to refemble you.

CAL

LXXIV. By J. DRYDEN.

ALM was the ev'n, and clear was the sky,
And the new budding flow'rs did fpring,

When all alone went Amyntas and I,

To hear the fweet nightingales fing:

I fat and he laid him down by me,-
But fcarcely his breath could he draw;
For when, with fear, he began to draw near,
He was dafh'd with a ha, ha, ha,