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37^ A G OL L EC T I ON
A p^ — X upon Job ! cried the prieft in a rage, *
That beer, I dare fay, was near ten years of age.
But youVe a poor ignorant jade, like his wife,
For Job never had fuch a cafk in his life,
Derry down, &c.
Now, neighbour, while at the poor vicar you grin,
Your cafe, let me tell you's not better a pin ;
With goodnefs and wifdom your theory back'd is,
But youVe, ten to one, knave and fool in your praftice.
Derry down, &c.
Whoever you are, I'll be fworn youVe no faint :
Would you mend — then yourfelf with your failings ac-
quaint ;
Thefe conquer, and then give advice, if you chufe.
For who'd give you thanks for a thing you can't ufe.
Derry down, &c.
SONG GCCVI.
Light of the Moon.
"f "t THEN fairies dance late in the grove,
VV And revels in night's awful doom,
Say, will you meet me fweet love
Alone by the light of the moon.
But fay, will you never deceive
The lafs you have conquer'd fo foon,
Nor leave poor Flavilla to grieve
Alone by the light of the moon.
That planet (hall ftart from its fphere
Or I prove fo faithlefs a loon ;
Dear laffie, I'll banifti thy fears,
I fwear by the light of the moon.
Sweet, fweet is the jeflamine grove.
And fweet is the rofes is June j