And reprefent her lover With all the gaiety of youth,

With honour, justice, love and truth,

'Till I return, her paffions footh

For me, in whispers move her.

Be careful, no base fordid slave, With foul funk in a golden grave, Who knows no virtue but to fave,

With glaring gold bewitch her. Tell her for me fhe was defign'd, For me who know how to be kind, And have more plenty in my mind, Than one who's ten times richer.

Let all the world turn upfide-down,

And fools run an eternal round,
In queft of what can ne'er be found,
To please their vain ambition.

Let little minds great charms efpy

In fhadows which at diftance lie,

Whofe hop'd-for pleafures when come nigh,
Prove nothing in fruition.

But, caft into a mold divine,
Fair Delia does with luftre fhine,
Eer virtuous foul's an ample mine,
Which yields a conftant treasure.
Let poets in fublimeft lays,
Employ their kill her fame to raise;
Let fons of mufick pafs whole days,

With well-tun'd reeds to pleafe her.

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The Yellow-hair'd LA D DIE.

IN April when primroses paint the sweet plain,

And fummer approaching rejoiceth the fwain, The Yellow-hair'd Laddie wou'd oftentimes go To wilds and deep glens where the hawthorn-trees grow.

There under the fhade of an old facred thorn, With freedom he fung his loves, ev'ning and morn; He fang with fo foft and inchanting a found,

That Silvans and Fairies unfeen danc'd around. 8

The fhepherd thus fung, Tho' young Maya be fair, Her beauty is dash'd with a scornful proud air; But Sufie was handfome, and fweetly cou'd fing, Her breath like the breezes perfum'd in the fpring.

That Madie in all the gay bloom of her youth, Like the moon was unconftant, and never spoke truth;

But fufie was faithful, good-humour'd and free, And fair as the goddess who sprung from the fea. 16

That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dow'r,

Was aukwardly airy, and frequent'y fow'r :
Then fighing, he with'd, wou'd parents agree,
The witty sweet Sufie his miftrefs might be.

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WH

NANNY-O.

7HILE fome for pleafure pawn their health,
'Twixt Lais and the Bagno,

I'll fave myself, and without ftealth
Kifs and carefs my Nanny-O.
She bids more fair t' engage a Jove,
Than Leda did or Danae-O;
Were I to paint the queen of love,
None else should fit but Nanny-O.

How joyfully my fpirits rife,
When dancing the moves finely-O,
I guess what heav'n is by her eyes,
Which sparkle fo divinely-O.
Attend my vow, ye gods, while I
Breathe in the blett Britannio,
None's happiness I fhall envy,
As long's ye grant me Nanny-O.

CHORU S.

My bonny, bonny Nanny-O,
My lovely charming Nanny-O,

I care not tho' the world do know
How dearly I love Nanny-O.

2. Lais.) A famous Corinthian courtezan.

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6. Leda and Danae.) Two beauties to whom Jove made love; to one in the figure of a fwan, to the other in a golden i ower.

BONNY

BONNY JEAN.

OVE's Goddefs in a myrtle grove

Laid, Cupid, bend thy bow with speed,

Nor let the fhaft at random rove,

For Jeanie's haughty heart muft bleed. The fmiling boy, with divine art,

From Paphos fhot an arrow keen, Which flew unerring to the heart,

And kill'd the pride of bonny Jean.

No more the nymph with haughty air
Refufes Willie's kind addrefs
Her yielding blushes fhew no care,

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But too much fondness to fupprefs. No more the youth is fullen now,

But looks the gayeft on the green, Whilft every day he fpies fome new Surprifing charms in bonny Jean. A thousand tranfports crowd his breast, He moves as light as fleeting wind, His former forrows seem a jeft,

Now when his Jeanie is turn'd kind :
Riches he looks on with difdain,

The glorious fields of war look mean,
The chearful hound and horn give pain,
If abfent from his bonny Jean.

The day he spends in am'rous gaze,

Which even in fummer fhorten'd feems:

When funk in downs with glad amaze,
He wonders at her in his dreams.
All charms difclos'd, she looks more bright
Than Troy's fair prize, the Sartan queen:

With breaking day he lifts his fight,

And pants to be with bonny Jean.

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The Kind Reception. To the Tune of Auld lang fyne.

HOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
Tho' they return with fears?

SHO

These are the noble heroe's lot,
Obtain'd in glorious wars:
Welcome, my Varo, to my breast,
Thy arms about me twine,
And make me once again as bleft,
As I was lang fyne.

Methinks around us on each bough,
A thoufand Cupids play,

Whilft thro' the groves I walk with you,
Each object makes me gay.

Since your return the fun and moon

With brighter beams do fhine,

Streams murmur foft notes while they run,

As they did lang fyne.

Despise the court and din of ftate,

Let that to their share fall,
Who can esteem such flav'ry great,
While bounded like a ball?

But funk in love, upon my arms
Let your brave head recline,

We'll please ourselves with mutual charms,
As we did lang fyne.

O'er moor and dale with your gay friend

You may pursue the chace;

And after a blyth bottle end

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All cares in my embrace

And