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THE CHARMS OF MELODY.
Go, Pvofe.
Go, i-ofe, my Chloe's bofom grace;
. How happy fhould I piore,
Mis^'u I fupply ihat envy'd place
Wiih Tie\ er-fa jing love I
There, phanix like, beneath her eye,
InvoU'd in fragrance, .burn -and die;
Invoiv'd.in, iTc. ' *
Kmnv, haplefs flovv'r, that thou iLalt find
More fragrant rofcs there,
I fee thy with'ring head rtLlin'd
With envy and def^'.jir ;
One common fate we both mull prove ;
You die with envy, I wilh love.
You dis, f c.
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When I. awake, &?«,
WIIETSI I awake, with painful brow,
Ere the cock begins to crow ;
Toffing, tumbling in my bed,
Aching heart, and aching-head ;
Fond'ring over human ills, (3
Cruel bailiffs, tailors' bills ;
Flufh and Pam thrown up at Loo:
Wlien thefe forrows Ilrike my view.
i fry
And, to flop the gufliing tear.
Wipe It, with the pillow-bier.
15ut when fportive ev'nlng comes.
Routs, ridoitos, balls, aiad drums ;
Cafinos here, i'eftincs there,
Mirih and paftime ev'ry where ;
Seated by a fprightly Infs,
Smiling with the Imiling glafs ;
When ihefe pleafures are my lot.
Tailors, bailiffs, all forgot,
I laugh ■ —
Carelefs, then, what may befal.
Thus I iliake my fides at all.
Then, again, -when I periife
O'er my tea, the morning news ;
Difmal l-^les of plundsr'd houlls,
\\'anton wives, and cuckold Ipoufes ;
When I read of money lent.
At fixteen and a half per cent.
I cry—— —
Tut if, ere the mufEii's gone,
Siirii'ring enters honefl John ;
" Sir, Mifs liUcy's at the door,
" Waiting in a chaife and four ;"
Inftant vanifh all mj caves.
Swift I fcamper down the flairs,
And laugh i
So may this indulgent throng,
Who now, fmiling, grace my fong,
!Never more cry. Oh ! oh ! oh !
Hut Join with me in, Ha J ha I ha !
Let Gay Ones and Great.
1 E^' gay ones, and great,
I ^- Make the moft of tlrelr fate,
From pleafure to pleafure they run ;
Well, who carts a jot ?
I envy them not.
While I have my dog and my gun.
For exercife, air.
To the fields i repair,
Wiih fpiri'-s unclouded and light ;
'J he bliffes I find.
No flings leave behind,
.Bui hi.-iUh and dii-erfion iinue.
If you at an OiTice foliclt.
IF yoti at an office folicit your due,
And would not Jiave matters negleffed,
You m.Lift q'lJcken the clerk w:th ihe perqulfite too.
To do what his duty dire(fied ;
Or would you the frowns of a lady prevent.
She, too, has this palpable failing,
The fjtrquifite fokens her into confent ;
That r-jafon with all is prevailing. Beg. Op.
To thee, O gentle Sleep.
TO thee, O gentle fleep, alone.
Is ow-ing all our peace;
Ey thee our joys are hcighten'd fliewn,
• By thee our forrows ceafe.
The nymph, whofe hand by fraud or force
Some tyrant has poffefs'd,
Ly thee obtaining a divorce.
In her own choice is blefs'd.
Oh ! flay, Arp::fia bids thee flay ;
The fadiy weeping fair
Conjures thee not to lofe, in day.
The objeff of Iter care.
To grafp whofe.plcafing form fhe fought ;
That motion chas'd her fleep :
Thus by ourfelves are oftenefi wrought
1 he griefs for which we v.'eep.
The flate of a Lover.
HOW happy a lover's life jiafTes,
Vv'^hen beauty returns figh for figh !
He looks upon all men as' affes.
Who have not fome girl in their eye.
. With heart full as light as a feather,
Jie trips to the terras or parks, - '
Where fvvains croud impatient together.
And maidens look out for their Iparks.
What fweet palpitation arifes.
When Chloe appe.'.rs full in view !
Iler fmiles at more value he prizes.
Than mifeis the mines of i'eru.
T\\i>' Avift-winged time, as the're walking,
Soon parts ihem, alas ! by his flight ;
By refleftion he flill hears her talking.
And abfent he keeps her in fight.
Whenever abroad he regales him.
And Bacchus calls out for his lafs ;
His love for his Chloe ne'er fails him,
Her name gjves a zeft to his glafs.
No other amufement he prizes,
- Than thofe that from Chloe arife ;
She's firft in his thoughts when he riles,
And laft when he clofes his eyes.
Then let not ambition diftrefs lis.
Or fortune's fantafiical chace ;
■ Love only with Chloe can blefs us,
And give all we want to embrace.
L»ve in a P^il-
In Love ftiould there meet, ^c.
IN love fliould there meet a fond fair,
Untutor'd by fafhion or art,
Whofe -wifhes ate warm and fincere,
Whofe words are th' excefs of the heart.
If aught of fubfi-mial delight.
On this fide the flars can be found ;
■'Tif, fure, when that coi'ple unite, _
And Cupid by Hymen is crown'd. Lovn in a Fi,.