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A pretty Week's Work.
'N Monday, young Colin, wlio liv'd in the dale,
Catne to me when milking, and carry'd my pail;
He faid, that he well had examin'd his mind,
He'd wed me onWednefday, if I was inclin'd ;
And vow'd, when we came to the willow deck'd
brook,
If I doubled his truth, he'd fwear on the book.
To know if my lover would keep to his vow,
j On Tuefday, the while he was bufy at plough,
I I ran to the cot of old Dorcas below.
And begg'd fne would tell me the thing I would
know ;
I sjave her a fixpenc-a I'd fav'd from my youth,
And promis'd another to come at the truth.
Her fpeflacles quickly fhe took from her fide,
Examin'd my hand, aft'd me queftions befide;
Then told me fhe faw, by a fpark in my eye.
If Colin was willing, 'twas beft to comply :
Then laid, ^' child do this, left your wifhes are
crols'd,
'•" For in matters of love, no time's to be loft.
On Wednefday he came dizen'd out in his beft.
He gave me a poly to ftick in my breaft ;
Then fweetly he kifs'd me, and told rae the time,
And faid "let us hafte ere the village bells chime."
But I, filly I/fure the woril of my kind!
E.eply'd with a fneer, fir, I've alter'd my mind.
At this, withrefentmejit becoming the fwain,
Ke turn'd from a fool, and went ofF with diidain ;
As foon as he left me, I thought on my fate,
And the words of old Dorcas, but, ah! twas too
late !
I ran to the toIc, fearch'd the hamlet^ roi;nd,
Tu find out my fwain, but no Colin I found.
On Thurfday, fo foon as the lark ftruck my ear,
I iravers'd the meads in purfuit of my dear;
Siiig on, pretty lark, (to the warbler I cry'd)
1 hou'rt happy, becaufe thou art true to thy bride :
But, alas ! ail endeavours were idle and vain !
Islot one on the meadows knew ought of my fwain.
When Friday was come I grew fick of my lot ;•
I ran to the vale, and enquir'd at each cot ;
But fuccefslefs, alas! were all efforts to me,
No tidings I heard, nor no Colin could fee;
'Twas .Saturday, now, and the fearch I renew'd.
As lucklei's a5 ever, the fearch I purfu'd. ^
On Sunday I wandered diftradled till noon.
When tiic bells 'gan a peal, delightful in tune;
I ftopt the firft perfon I met in my way, .
And afked the caufe of their being fo gay ;
Who told me, this morning, young Colin had been
Wedded to beautiful Doll of the green.
That inftanti ran to the green willow'd brook,
Where Colin had fv\ore to be true, on a book;
My garters I bound to the llurdielt boiigh.
And had afted, ye virgins, I cannot tell how!
If reafon had not interpos'd with her aid,
And bade me defift, for a filly young maid.
Ye maidens v.'ho hear nie, ne'er aiff fuch a part,
Nor rejeft the true fwain who'd yield you his heart;
Comply when he's ttind, for I've known to my coft,
In matters of love there's no time to be loft.
Do this, and no eaule in your bofom fhall lurk,
To make you repent of a pretty week's work.
Cupid's Complaint.
ONCE, a bee, unfeen while Sleeping,
Touch'd, by love from rofe-buds creeping.
Stung the boy, who blood efpying
On his finger, fell a crying ;
Then both feet, and pinions ftraining,
Flew to Venus, thus complaining :
" Oh ! mamma, mamma, I am dying,
" Me, a little dragon fpying,
" Which the ploughman- tribe fo ftupid,
" Call a bee, has bit your Cupid." '
" Ah !" quoth Venus, fmiling fhrewdly,
" If a bee can wound fo rudely,
" Cupid, think how fharp the Ibrrows
" Caus'd by thy envenom'd arrqws. ^
Song to Delia.
Br Dr. Walcot.
HOW long fhall haplefs Colin mourn,
The cold regard of Delia's eye?
The heart whole only crime is love,
Can Delia's foftnefs doom to die?
Sweet is thy name to Colin's ear;
Thy beauties, O divinely bright!
In one fhort hour by Delia's fide
I' tafte whole ages of delights
Yet though I lov'd thee more than life,
My tongue forbore its tondeft tale,
Not to difpleafe a cruel maid.
And figh'd amid'ft the diftant vale.
What happier fliepherd wins tliy fmiles,
A blifs tor which I hourly pine?
Some fwain, perhaps, whoi'e fertile vales,
And fleecy flocks are more than thine!
Few are the vales that Colin boafts,
And few the flocks thofe vales that rove!
With wealth I court not Delia's heart —
A nobler bribe I offer — Love!
Yet fhould the virgin yield her hand,
And thoughtlefs wed for wealth alone ;
The ad: may make my bofom bleed,
But furely cannot blefs her own.
A Glafs is good.
AGIA^SS is good, and a lafs is good.
And a pipe is good in coW weather ;
The world is good, and the people are good.
And we're all good fellows together :
A bottle it is a very good thing.
With a good deal of good wine in it,
A fong is good when a body can fing.
And to finifh we muft begin it.
^ glafs is good, ^c,
A friend. is good when you're out of good luck.
For that is the time to try him ;
For a juftice, good the haunch of a buck.
With fuch a good prelent you buy him :
A fine old woman is good when (he's dead,
A rogue very good for jood hanging ;
A fool is good by the nofe to be led ;
My good fong delerves a good banging.
A glafs is good, Isfc^