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Tfie Plan of the Publiflier is to embody in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Song?, ancient and modern, in the Englilli Language ,
forininc an Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentipwnlal,Wnr, Huiuint;, Orinliing, Sea, and Poliliail Songe; as well as Old Englilh, Irifli
and Scotch Ballad', Legendaries, Sec. &c.^ To which will be added, a complete Index.
Drink to me only, &c,
DRINK to mc only with thine eyes.
And! will pledge with mine ;
Or leave a l-.ils but in the cup,
And I'll look not for wice :
The ihirft that from my foul doth rife.
Doth ailc a drink divine ;
Eut might I of Jove's netftar fip,
I would not change for thine.
I fent thee late a roiy v.-reathe.
Not fo miich hon'ring thee.
As <;iving it in hope that there
It would not wither'd be :
B-ut thou thereon didfc only breathe,
And fent it back to me ;
Since when it grows and fmsUs, I fwear,
jMot of itfelf, but thee.
When Gen'rous Wine.
"HEN gen'rous v.-ine expands the foul,
How pleafure hovers round the bowl :
Avaunt, avaunt ye cares of fancy's crew,
And give the guilty wretch his due, (Sa-
Avaunl ye cares of fancy's crew^
And giz'e the guilty -wretch his dii:,
And give the guilty zvretch, &c.
-But let the juice of fparkljng wine,
My groffer fenfe to love refine,
As Jove his neclar drinks above,
I'll quaff vihole goblets full of love,
]'ll iiziaff whole
goblets,
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Then why fhould I at life rtpine ?
liring me Venus, bring me wme,
Fill the ever flowing bowl.
In circles gay and plsafurcs roil,
III circles gay,
Ever open, ever free.
Hail thou friend to joUity,
My brows with Bacchus' chaplets crown'd,
I live to Icw'ejtBJX cares are drown 'd,
1 live to love
Sleep on.
Q LEEP on, fleep on, my Kathleen dear,
*^ May peace poITefs thy breall ;
^"et doft thou dream thy true-love's here,.
Depriv'd of peace and reit.
The birds fmgfweel, the morning breaks,
Thoie joys are none to me :
Tho' ileep is ikd, poor Derniot wakeS
T,j noac bu: lu\e and ihc.
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Ye Sportfmen draw near.
YE fportfmen draw near, and ye fportfwomen too
Who delight in the joys of the field.
Mankind tho' they blame, are all eager as you,
And no one the conteft will yield :
His lordfliip, his worfhip, his honour, his grace,
A hunting continually go ;
All ranks and degrees are engaged in the cliafe,
With, hark -forward I huzza J tally ho !
The lavifyer will rife v/ith the firft of the morn, "
To hunt for a mortgage or deed ;
The.hufoand gets up at the found of the horn,
And rides to the commons full fpeed ;
The patriot is thrown in purfuit of his game.
The poet too often lies low ;
Who mounted on Pegafus ilies after fame,
With, hark forward ! huzza ! tally ho !
While fearlefs o'er hills and o'er woodlands we fweep
Tho' prudes on our pafli.Tie may frown ; ■
How oft' do they decency's bounds overleap.
And the fences of virtue break down?
Thus public, or private, for penfion or place,
For amufement, for pafiiion, for fhow,
All ranks and degrees are engaged in the chace,
With, hark forward ! huzza! tally ho !
In Airy Dreams.
TN airy dreams foft fancy flies
-^ My abfent love to fee.
And with the early dawn I rile.
Dear youth, to think on thee.
How fwiftly flew the rofy hours,
When love and hope were new ;
Sweet v/as the tirtie as opening flowers,
But ah I as tranfient too.
The moments how m.ove-flowly on,
Until thy wifh'd return,
To count them off as all alone
In penfive fliades I mourn ;
Return, return, my love, and charm
Each am'rous care to refl,
Thy fmiies can every doubt difarra,
And footh my foul to reft.
Soldier Tii
THE foldier, tir'd of v/ar's alarmf,
Foifvvcars the clang of iioflils arms,
And fcorns the fpear and fliield ;
Bt;i if the braiea trumpet fotind,
l;e burns with conqueit to he crown'd,