Mutual Endearments each other charm'd ♪ She now lying, Panting, dying, E Told him his Actions, her Soul had warm'd s Was but feigning; She wou'd have hated him had he not form'd. SONG CCCCLV Lillibulero. UR Shopkeepers Wives are fo polish'd of late, OUR That each has her Card and her Vifiting-day; And whilft the tame Hufband toils hard with his Fate, She ruins his Credit and Pocket at Play. Alternative charm and promote her Delight, And Creditors bawling, That force the poor Bankrupt away in the Night SONG CCCCLVI. Belly Bell. When a Lady like me condefcends agree To let fuch a Jackanapes tafte her, า With what Zeal and Care fhould he worship the Fair, Who gives him Mafter. what's Meat for his His Actions fhould, still Attend on her Will, Hear, Sirrah, and take it for Warning, To her he should be Each Night on his Knee, And fo he should be on each Morning... SONG CCCCLVII. Dear Colin, &. DE Ear Madam, when Ladies are willing, For me, I would not give a Shilling, SONG CCCCLVII. I'll tell thee, &c. O his poor Cell a Satyr led A Traveller with Cold half dead, The Satyr gave him from the Pot The Man blow'd o'er his Gruel. Such Rafcals as blow hot and cold; SONG CCCCLIX. When the bright Y Our Friendship I court, My Guts are grown wond'rous limber: Of the Want of my Brains, If I have a Hog, A Smelt, a George, or a Teafter : pent, To keep a fad Lent, Without any Hopes of an Eafter. I've fent to my Betters Or a Halter muft be the Phyfician. In Verfes as good As any of Pope, or of Prior. SONG CCCCLX. Free from, &c. Ree from Confinement and Strife, I'll plow thro' the Ocean of Life, To feek new Delights, Where Beauty invites, But ne'er be confin'd to a Wife. The Man that is free, Like a Veffel at Sea, After Conqueft and Plunder may roam; By Wife or by Wind, Tho' for Glory defign'd, But rot in the Harbour at Home. SONG CCCCLXI. Transform'd, &c. TRansfo Ransform'd in Female Shape, both old and lame, The God Vertumnus to Pomona came; Not as when the Goddess faw all his Charms difplay'd, But difguis'd, he thus addrefs'd the lift'ning Maid, Lovely Goddefs, fo divine, Guardian of this fruitful Tree, A while thy darling Joys decline, And tafte of Pleasure while they may; While he appear'd thus odious in her Eyes, While on her youthful Swain the fondly gaz❜d, "Tis you alone can warm her Who never lov'd before: SONG CCCCLXII. Blow, blow, &c. B Low, blow, thou Winter Wind, As Man's Ingratitude. Thy Tooth is not fo-keen, a Altho' thy Breath be rude. Heigh be! fing, beigh bo! unto the green Holly; Moft Friendship is feigning,most Loving meer Folly: Then beigb bo, the Holly; This Life is moft jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter Sky, Tho' thou the Waters warp, Thy Sting is not fo fharp, As Friend remembred not. Heigh bo! fing, &c. neat SONG CCCCLXIII. When Dazies,&c. WH SUMMER. Hen Dazies py'd, and Violets blue, Mocks married Men, for thus fings bez1- |