IX. At dawn poor Stella danc'd and fung, The am'rous youth around her bow'd; At night her fatal knell was rung; I faw, and kifs'd her in her Shrowd. X. Such as fhe is, who dy'd to day, XI. My love, (I faid) suppress the figh, "The tender, fympathetic tear; "Thy virtues make thee fit to die; "O let me diffipate thy care. XII. Thy Damon will the hours employ "To make his love with thine accord; Thy tender heart fhall reap fresh joy, "For virtue is its own reward." Bacchanalian, Convivial Songs, &c. INVOCATION ΤΟ BACCHU S. ASSIST, O thou God of the Vine, To friendship libations we pour; Let mirth, wit, and jollity join, To cherish the festival hour. II. 'Tis wine makes us happy and gay, Lets crown the full glafs while me may, III. Let monarchs for kingdoms contend, Wit and wine are the fountains of joy. IV. What's wealth or the gold of Peru, V. All wisdom, fays Solomon's vain, VI. Let wretches feek grandeur and gold BACCHANALIAN SON G. WITH my friend and my glass let my time pass away; Since it answers no end to be dull, I'll be gay; Let the mifer with rapture his guineas behold, ( 71 ) Let the pedantic preacher advife what he will, Then come, my companions, lets push round the glafs, "Tis" to Friendship and Love," fo brisk let it pass, And care not how others their life-time may spend, So we can enjoy our bottle and friend. SONG. MUSIC BY DR. ARNOLD. FLOW LOW thou regal, purple ftream, tincted by the folar beam, In my goblet sparkling rife, chear my heart and glad my eyes; My brain afcend on fancy's wing, 'Noint me wine a jovial king. While I live I'll lave my clay, when I'm dead and gone away, Let my thirsty subjects say, a Month he reign'd, but that was MAY. |