From an OFFICER to his MISTRESS. To the Tune of, To you fair Ladies. T° 1. O Country Quarters now confin'd, Why can't my Body, like my Mind, To Katy take its Flight? Ah, Katy! if a wifh could do, I would be quarter'd foon on you. With a Fa, la, la, la, b II. While I figh here, my Love-fick Heart Is left with Thee behind; Alas! why should our Bodies part, When both our Souls are join'd? My Body to my PRINCE is true, } III. When heavy beat of dull Tattoo Commands the Soldier home, The Hopes, my Dreams will be of you, Wak'd by the Morning Reveille, With a Fa, &c. IV. My blooming Hopes of seeing you, When Katy is not there to see? With a Fa, &c. V. But once releas'd from this Command, I'll fly to thy dear Breast, As As the fwift Carrier springs from Hand, To his forfaken Neft; Then ev'ry Night, and ev'ry Kifs Shall pay my long Arrears of Bliss. HORACE's Prayer to APOLLO. W Quid Dedicatum pofcit Apollinem, Hor. Lib 1. Ode 31. HILST to the GOD my purple Clusters flow, What would the Poet have the GoD beftow? He covets not the Stores SARDINIA yields, The bending Harvest of her yellow Fields; * The Carrier is a fort of Pidgeon, us'd in Turkey for carrying Letters. C 2 Ler Let FORTUNE'S Minions make their Preffes flow, Give me a wholfome Sallad from the Fields, Still may the pleafing Vein profufely flow, To W To a LADY, on her PARROT. HEN Nymphs were coy, and Love could not The GODS difguis'd were feldome known to fail: Swells his glad Plumes, and feels an am'rous Trance. ODE for St. CECILIA's Day at OXFORD. LE By Mr. ADDISON. ET all CECILIA's Praife proclaim, Hark how the Flutes and Trumpets raise, C 3 } CECILIA'S |