Sung by Mifs Brent, at Ranelagh-YE Nymphs, who to the Throne A Gardens. RECITATIVE. Wretch long tortur'd with Difdain, That ever pin'd, but pin'd in vain; At length the God of Wine addreft, Sure Refuge of a wounded Breaft, AIR. Vouchfafe, O! Pow'r, thy healing Aid; Teach me to gain the cruel Maid: Thy Juices take the Lover's Part, Flush his wan Looks, and chear his Heart. RECITATIVE. To Bacchus, thus the Lover cry'd ; And thus the jolly God reply'd: AIR. Give whining o'er, be brisk and gay, And quaff his foeaking Form away◆ of Love With Hearts fubmiffive bow; Who hope the mutual Blifs to prove, That crowns the nuptial Vow, That crowns the nuptial Vow: Thro' Caution's Glafs, by Reason lent, Nor think to wed, 'till that prefent Oh! view your Lovers clearly; The Man that loves you dearly; Nor think to wed, 'till that present The Man that loves you dearly, The Man that loves you dearly. In ev'ry Grove the Work is Love, The Word is, "Sing and play; From Eve to Morn the Sages warn, "Ye Maids, beware of May !" Each lively Scheme, each am'rous Theme, Our Nymphs and Poets chufe; The Dance delights, the Song invites, As Mirth provokes the Mufe: The War's no more, our Chiefs come o'er ; Again the Grave Ones fay, "Where'er ye tread, Temptation's fpread; "Beware the Ides of May !” SONG LXXIX. The GAUDY TULIP. Sung by Mifs Brent, at Vauxhall. HE gaudy Tulip fwells with THE And rears its Beauties to the Sun, While low the Violet fprings befide, Of Worth intrinfick small the Store, That from the Tulip can arife, When parted from its native Bed; But hid, the Violet charms the more, Like Incence in its native Skies, When pluck'd to grace the Virgin's Head. Then think, ye Fair Ones, how these Flow'rs Are wrought in Nature's various Robe, That Pride may learn howMecknefs thrives; Though Virgin Dignity o'erpowers, TheHeroes of the conquer'd Globe, Yet fweet Compliance makes you Wives. * Gentlemen or Ladies, who are poffis'd of any Pieces which may contribute to the Entertainment of the Publick, may have them inferted, by fending them directed to J. Kingman, near the Royal Exchange, for the Authors of The Jefter's Magazine. The Eighth Number will be publifh'd the Second of JUNE. THE JESTER'S MAGAZINE: OR, THE MONTHLY MERRY-MAKER. For May 1766. Being more in Quantity, and greater Variety, than any Book of the Kind or Price. Containing (among many other curious Particulars) I. A Collection of Jefts, II. Of the Persian Empire. cluded. Bulls, XII. An Occafional Prologue and IV. The Artful Jefuit: Or, The Happy Deliverance, concluded. V. The Hiftory of the Elephant, concluded. VI. An excellent Receipt for a Con fumption, or inward Decay. con-XHI. An Occafional Epilogue. Spoken by Mr. Downing, after a Play perform'd in Norwich, &c. XIV. Favourite New Songs, viz. Morgan's Complaint. A favourite Song: Sung by Mafter Raworth, at Marybone-Gardens. A favourite Song: Sung in the New Scene of Harlequin's Invafion. A New Mufical Addrefs to the Town, as it is fung at Marybone Gardens. Me and My Basket. Liberty. A favourite Song: Sung by Mrs. Baker, in Midas. A favourite Song: Sung by Miss Brent, in Artaxerxes. VII. The fickle Male Humourift. XI. On the Opening of Vauxhall- Ride fi Sapis. Laugh, if you are Wife. Numb. VIII. To be continu'd Monthly. LONDON: Printed and fold by S. Bladon, in Pater-nofter-Row; 7. Williams, in Fleet Street; F. Kingman, near the Royal-Exchange; by moft Bookfellers; and by the Perfons who fell News. [Price only Three-Pence.] It will be efteem'd a particular Favour, if our Correfpondents would fend their Letters early in the Month.-The Letter fign'd T. K. is receiv'd, and will be inferted, THE JESTER'S MAGAZINE, A For May 1766. A Collection of Jefts, Bulls, Stories, &c. Stone or not? Mong the Servants of a Nobleman were two Females, who were pof@fefs'd of remarkable bad Habits: The one was always prying into other Peoples Affairs; the other, was continually telling Lies. The latter of thefe was one Evening in her own Room, and the former came foftly to the Door, to fee what fhe was about. While Mrs. Pry flood peeping, Mrs. Fib difcover'd her; and cry'd out, Well, how many Farts go to an Ounce? As many, reply'd the other, as there are Lies go to the fixteenth Part of a Pound-only they are not only they are not fo full of Mifchief. 'Twas rumour'd of Cofmo de Medecis, Grand Duke of Tuscany, on Account of his prodigious Wealth, that he had the true Philofopher's Stone. A noble Venetian, who (tho' he had but a fmall For tune) was extremely well recommended to his Highness, and by his polite Behaviour added daily to his Credit in that Court, one Day fairly put the Question, and ask'd the Duke if he had the Philofopher's My Friend, faid the Duke, I have; and, because I have a Regard for you, I will give you the Receipt in a few Words. I never bid another do that which I can do myself. I never put off 'till To-morrow what may be done To-day: Nor do I ever think any Matter fo trivial as not to deferve Notice. The Venetian thank'd his Serene Highnefs for his Secret; and, by obferving his Rules, acquired a great Eftate. May 3. S. HANWOP. Mr. Quin fitting one Evening in one of the Side-Boxes at DruryLane Theatre, a Gentleman who fat near him ask'd him, What it was o'Clock? He reply'd, That he had not his Watch about him; But, fays he, if you'll ask that Gentleman, who has Nine Shillings a Week (pointing to the Box-Keeper) be can inform you with a Gold One. A Lady who had a Mind, fhe told another, to quarrel with an impertinent teazing young Fellow fhe did not like, faid, She could not |