COME, OME, learn of me, my rural friends, Come, fee, where MIRTH with VIRTUE blends, Whate'er 'tis virtuous to defire, E'er dwells within my peaceful gate. II. We know no charms in Folly's train; No with excite, no joys impart. Felicity they cannot bring: The treasure of the virtuous mind, The golden age which poets fing, A a III. Nor here are sOCIAL joys forgot; Some fwain, whofe heart with friendship głowe, Shares the free comforts of our cot; The peaceful scene still brighter grows. IV. Enjoy with me this heartfelt eafe, "The SHEPHERD's transports learn to prize. 2.3 SON G. BY MATTHEW PRIOR, ESQ. wine and mufic have the power To cafe the fickness of the foul; Let them their friendly aid employ The forrows of this live-long night. But fhe to-morrow will return : Kind goddess, to no other powers SONG. BY WILLIAM SHENSTONE, ESQ. ADIEU! ye jovial youths, who join To plunge old Care in floods of wine; And, as your dazzl'd eye-balls roll, Nor yet is hope fo wholly flown, Nor yet is thought fo tedious grown; But limpid ftream and fhady tree And fee, through yonder filent grové, The fole confufion I admire, Is that my DAPHNE's eyes inspire; I fcorn the madness you approve, And value reason next to love. T A TEAR bedews my DELIA's eye, To think yon playful kid must die; From crystal spring, and flow'ry mead, Muft, in his pride of life, recede ! Erewhile, in fportive circles round She faw him wheel, and frisk, and bound; From rock to rock pursue his way, And, on the fearful margin, play. Pleas'd on his various freaks to dwell, She tells, with what delight he stood, She tells me, how with eager speed His ev'ry frolic, light as air, But knows my DELIA, timely wife, |