AMPHITRION.

A

RECITATIVE.

MPHITRION and his bride, a godlike pair! He brave as Mars, and the as Venus fair On thrones of gold in purple triumph plac'd,, With matchless splendour held the nuptial feaft: Whilft the high roof with loud applauses rung, Enraptur'd, thus, the happy hero fung:

AIR.

Was mighty Jove defcending,
In all his wrath divine,
Enrag'd at my pretending

To call this charmer mine:
His fhafts of bolted thunder
With boldnefs I'd deride;.
Not Heav'n itself can funder
The hearts that love has ty'd.

RECIT.

The Thunderer heard,-he look'd with vengeance down,

'Till beauty's glance difarm'd his awful frown, The magic impulfe of Alcmena's eyes Compeil'd the conquer'd God to quit his fkies; He feign'd the hufband's form, poffefs'd her charms,

And punish'd HIS prefumption in HER arms.

AIR.

He deferves fublimeft pleasure,
Who reveals it not, when won:
Beauty's like the mifer's treasure;
Boaft it-and the fool's undone!

Learn by this, unguarded lover,
When your fecret fighs prevail,
Not to let your tongue discover
Raptures that you fhould conceal.

ANACREON.

AN ACREON

O DE XIX. IMITATED.

LD Earth, when in a tipling vein, Drinks torrents of ambrofial rain, Which the tall trees, by heat oppreft, Drink from her kind maternal breaft:

Left angry Ocean fhould be dry,
The river Gods their ftores fupply:
The Monarch of the glowing day
Drinks large potations from the fear:

And the pale Empress of the night
Drinks. from his orb propitious light:
All-all things drink-abftemious fage!
Why should not we our thirst affuage?

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NEWCASTLE BEER.

1.

W Britain's fuccefs,

HEN Fame brought the news of Great

And told at Olympus each Gallic defeat; Glad Mars fent by Mercury orders express, To fummon the Deities all to a treat : Blithe Comus was plac'd

To guide the gay feast,

And freely declar'd there was choice of good cheer;

Yet vow'd to his thinking,

For exquifite drinking,

Their Nectar was nothing to Newcastle Beer.

The

Ir.

The great God of war, to encourage the fun, And humour the tafte of his whimsical gueft, Sent a meffage that moment to Moor's* for

a tun

Of Stingo, the ftouteft, the brightest, and best: No Gods-they all swore,

Regal'd fo before,

With liquor fo lively, fo potent, and clear:
And each deified fellow

Got jovially mellow,

In honour, brave boys, of our Newcastle Beer.

III.

Apollo perceiving his talents refine,
Repents he drank Helicon water fo long:
He bow'd, being afk'd by the mufical Nine,
And gave the gay board an extempore fong:
But ere he began,

He tofs'd off his cann:

There's nought like good liquor the fancy to clear :

Then fang with great merit,

The flavour and spirit,

His Godship had found in our Newcastle Beer.

'Twas

*Moor's, at the fign of the Sun, Newcastle.