Some for Intereft, fome for Glory,

Tho' their Tongues run all of Peace: Since the High-Church then and Low, Make our daily Mischiefs grow,

And the Great, who fit at the Helm in doubt, Are not fure, how quickly they may turn out; How blefs'd is the happy he,

Who from Town and the Faction that is there, is free;

For Love and no ill Ends,

Treats his Neighbours and his Friends?
He shall ever, in the Book of Fame,
Fix with Honour a glorious Name.

He that was the High Purfe-bearer,
At his Levy no Crowds you fee
He that was the Grand Caufe-hearer,
Now no longer makes Decree :
Nay, to prove her Wavering evil,
And that Fortune is the Devil;
The Hero leading our Arms abroad,
Whom they late did celebrate like a God,
Scarce has any to drink his Health,

If a Friend does not kindly put it round by
Stealth:

A Whig is out o' Grace,

And a Tery in his Place:

Riddles all, and fomething is amifs.
What a whimsical World is this!

SONG CCCLXII. Tune, Sally, &c.

If you can like

A Yorkshire Tike,

An honeft Man you'll find me.

Tho' Envy's Tongue

With Slander hung,
Does oft bely our Country;
No Men on Earth

Boaft greater Worth,
Or more extend their Bounty.
Our Northern Breeze

With us agrees,
And does for Bufinefs fit us;
In publick Cares,

In Love's Affairs,

With Honour we acquit us.

A noble Mind
Is ne'er confin'd
To any Shire or Nation,
He gains moft Praise,
Who beft difplays

A generous Education:
While Rancour rolls
In narrow Souls,
By narrow Views difcerning;

The truly Wife

Will only prize

Good Manners, Senfe, and Learning. SONG CCCLXIII. The Goffps. WO Goffips they merrily met

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At Nine in the Morning full foon
And they were refolv'd for a Whet,
To keep their sweet Voices in Tune.
Away to the Tavern they went ;
"Here Joan I vow and proteft,
That I have a Crown yet unfpent,
• Come let's have a Cup of the heft,
And I have another, perhaps,

A Piece of the very fame Sort;
Why should we fit thrumming of Caps,
Come, Drawer, and fill us a Quart!

* And let it be Liquor of Life,
Canary, or fparkling Wine!
For I am a buxom young Wife,
And I love to go gallant and fine.
The Drawer as blythe as a Bird
Came skipping with Cap in his Hand,
Dear Ladies, I give you my Word,
The best fhall be at your Command;
A Quart of Canary he drew,

Joan fill'd up a Glafs and begun, Here Goffip's a Bumper to you, 'I'll pledge you, Girl, were it a Tun! And, pray Goffip, did'nt you hear The common Report of the Town? * A 'Squire of five hundred a Year

Is marry'd to Doll of the Crown :
A draggle-tail'd Slut, on my Word,
Her Clothes hanging ragged and foul;
In troth he would fain have a Bird,
• That would give a Groat for an Owl.
And fhe had a Sifter laft Year,

Whofe Name they call'd galloping Peg
She'd take up a Straw with her Ear,
I warrant her right as my Leg!
A Brewer he got her with Child,
But e'en let them brew as they bake
I knew she was wanton and wild,
But I'll neither meddle nor make.
Nor I, Goffip Joan, by my troth,
Tho' nevertheless I've been told,
She ftole feven Yards of Broad Cloth,
A Ring and a Locket of Gold;
A Smock and a new Pair of Shoes,
A flourishing Madam was the;
But Margery told me the News,

And it ne'er thall go further for me.
We were at a Goffiping Club,

Where we had a cheruping Cup,

"Of good humming Liquor, ftrong Bub!

Your Hufband's Name there it was up,

For bearing a powerful Sway,

All Neighbours his Valour have feen ; For he is a C--kold they fay,

A Conftable, Goffip, I mean. "Dear Goffip, a Slip of the Tongue

No Harm was intended in Mind; < Chance Words they will mingle among Our others, we commonly find: "I hope you won't take it amifs

No, no, that were Folly in us ;` And if we perhaps get a Kifs,

.6 Pray what are our Husbands the worfe? SONG CCCLXIV. Eterick Banks.

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Hen firft thofe blooming Charms I fpy'd,

That fmiling play on Annie's Face,
Her Hair without affected Pride,

Her Shape, her Mien, and every Grace 3
My Heart and every Pulse beat fast,
In Hurry all my Spirits mov'd,
I felt new Motions in my Breaft,
The more I gaz'd, the more I lov'd!
But when her Mirth, and lively Sense
With Pleasure I attentive heard,
Her chearful Wit and Innocence,,
In every Thought and Word appear'd!
Thofe lovely Beauties of her Mind
A noble lafting Joy impart,
Excite a Paffion more refin'd,
And doubly captivate my Heart,
When Annie's Prefence I enjoy,
A pleafing Warmth within me glows,
No cloudy Cares my Blifs annoy

My Soul with Love and Joy o'erflows?
So when the glorious God of Day
Difpels the gloomy Shades of Night,
Nature reviving, all looks gay,
And welcomes the returning Light!

Oh would my Charmer make me bleft!
And yield to ease her Lover's Pain,
My Fears all gone, my Soul at rest,
Then Love and Joy fhould ever reign ;
Each gentle Hour, with fresh Delight,
Wou'd país away in mutual Love,
In Peace we'd spend the Day and Night,
And emulate the Bleft above!

SONG CCCLXV. Love inviting

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Reafon.

Hen innocent Paftime our Pleasure did

crown,

Upon a green Meadow, or under a Tree; Ere Annie became a fine Lady in Town, How lovely and loving and bony was the? Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie, Let ne'er a new Whim ding thy Fancy a-jee. O! as thou art bony be faithfu' and canny, And favour thy Jamie wha doats upon thee. Does the Death of a Lihtwhite give Annie the Spleen?

Can tyning of Trifles be uneafy to thee? Can Lap-dogs and Monkies draw Tears fra thefe Een,

That look with Indiff'rence on poor dying me?

Rouze up thy Reafon, my beautifu' Annie,
And dinna prefer a Paroquet to me;

O! as thou art bony, be prudent and canny,
And think on thy Jamie wha doats upon thee.
Ah! fhou'd a new Manteau, or Flanders-lace
Head,

Or yet a wee Cottie, tho' never fae fine, Gar thee grow fogetfu', and let his Heart bleed, That anes had some Hope of purchasing thine? Shall a Paris Edition of new-fangl'd Sewny,

Tho' gilt o'er wi' Laces and Fringes he be, By adoring himself, be admir'd by fair Annie, And aim at thefe Benifons promis'd to me