HORACE, ODE XXVII. BOOK I T I. IS heath'nish o'er your Cups to fight; Your Cups, intended for Delight. The favage Custom pray lay down, Nor mix, with Blood of Grapes, your own. II. Daggers and Swords but ill agree With focial Wine and Jollity: All Tumults then, my Friends, forbear ; And each Man, peaceful, keep his Chair. III. Would'st have me put the Glass about? IV. Not IV. Not toaft her! I'll not drink, by Jove, On other Terms: come name your Love. Who ftill in Love difcreetly err. V. Nay, fpeak it out What do I hear? B—y, that too too charming Fair. Ah Wretch ! how durft Thou aim so high? VI. No Pow'r of Herbs, no magic Strains Her Captive once, and free no more. ང་ལ SONG. SONG. I. L Ong from the Force of Beauty's Charms, Endur'd no Grief, felt no Alarms; Referv'd to fall by Thee. II. In Safety thus from all Effays The roving Turtle flies; 'Till fome unerring Hand conveys The Shaft by which he dies. III. Thou, Fair one, Thou alone couldst move This Paffion in my Breast; Thou, Thou alone could'st teach me Love, O teach me to be bleft. 3 An excellent new Ballad on the South-Sea DogFifh, that was hewn on the River Thames, in July 1725. W I. Hen Stock was fall'n down, derry down, To bob for Greenland Whale The South-Sea to the North-Sea fent; And thereby hangs a Tale. II. What else they got, I know no more Than does the Pope of Rome; But twelve tall Ships together fail'd, III. This Dog-Fish he was young and tame, And eke a Beauty rare, As e'er was fhew'd at Bart'lemew, Ay or at Southwark Fair. 4 IV. His IV. His Eyes were sparkling bright, as e'er A Lady's on the Land; His Skin as foft as Blackamoor's, Or Velvet to your Hand. V. His Skin, good lack! I fhould have faid, How fleek and fhort his Hair: But then, fo long as 'twas fo fhort, VI. As for this Dog's two Fore-Legs, they And as for his two Hinder-Legs, 'They were no Legs at all. VII. Behind these Legs there hung an A And at that fame this Lub ber |