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THE .CHARMS OF MELODY.
A Free-Mafoii's Song.
GREAT Jupiter took it one day in his heatl
To fend forth a melTenger, as it is iaid,
To fearch every place, and to ftriftly enquire
Where the goddels, Fidelity, choofe to retire.
Derry down, ts'f.
Nimble Mercury ftraight as a meffenger dreft,
A punctual obedience to orders.exprcls'd ;
And promifs'd great Jove he would certainly find
Where flie was, if with deities, or with mankind.
Berry down, t5c.
Then down flew the god to fam'd Cythera's grove.
In hopes of Ibme news from the young god of love ;
Who at firll could not tell how to make a reply,
JBut at laft told the truth, tho' accuftom'd to lie.
Derry dozvn, iSc.
I'm Ignorant, faith, faid the little arch urchin.
What place for Fidelity you muft go fearch in ;
But am vafl-ly furpris'd you fhould^ think here to
find her.
When you know that my mother and I never mind
her.
Derry dawn, t^c.
This anfwer not fuiting at all to his talle.
Away then to Hymen does Mercury hafie :
But what ignorance here did he Ihewr of mankind.
To imagine Fidelity there he fhould find.
.Derry dctvn, &c„
Again difappointed.he made no long ftay,
.But with all expedition continued his way :
Yet thought that perhaps it might anfwer his ends.
If enquiry he made of the Goddefs of Friends.
Derry down, &c.
But vain werehis hopes, in his fearch here likewife.
For his hollefs thus anfwer'd, with tears in her eyes ;
" Alas ! honeft friend, this goddefs fo dear,
" For whom you enquire, is feldorn feen here.
J)erry down, ISc.
" In.one only place you can find her on earth,
" So haften away to the fons of true mirth,
" To alo(;lge of Free-mafon's immediate repair,
" And no manner of doubt, but you'll meet with
her ther«.
Derry down, ISc^
A Sonnet.
► E hufli'd, ye fweet birds, and forbear your'ihriU
' notes,
Nor deign fitch a clamotir to keep ;
But ftop a lew moments, and reft your foft throats,
For there lies a goddefs afleep !
Keep off, ye pert flies, from the cheek of my fair,
And let her contentedly lay ;
For, if you prefume to alight on her face, .
" You'll wake her as fure as 'tis day I"
Yegods ! fend young cupids to 'bide at her feet,
Let the graces adorn her fweet head !
iet the pleafanteil drearhs make her flumbers com-
plete.
And angeh keep guard o'er her head.
Features for't.
YOUNG Smart who prince of coxcombs fhin^s,
Firft teized me with his flames and darts,
With tender looks and am'rous whines,
Piercing arrows, bleeding hearts :
He talk'd of Cupids in my eyes,
Ey flatt'ringnonfenfe made his court.
And hop'd to win me by furprize.
But yet he wanted features for't.
Old Gripus next of fordid mold,
Unluckly my charms enflav'd ;
He placed his merit in his go'd.
And boafted what vaft funis he'd fav'd ;
He.coughing, begg'd I'd hear his vows.
And not his doating paffion thwart :
I told him he Ihould be nay fpoufe.
But that — he had not features for't.
AtuAic whom the echoing horn
Each morning leads o'er hill and dale,
Implor'd me not to fhe my fcorn,
Jjut liften to his love-fick tale ;
Of holies, huntfmen, dogs and game,
■He made a notable report,
Yet ne'er infpir'd a mutual flame.
For he -had not the features for't.
Adorn'd with honour, truth and fenfe,
Lorenzo lafl his fuit addreis'd ;
IVIy heart ftraight own'd his influence,
And. all his matchleis worth confefs'd-;
With him the nuptial bed I'll {hare.
While little loves around us fport.
Heaven form'd him fure to pleale the fair,
For he — has all the features for't.
Beify Brown.
TN purfuit of a lafs that was form'd to my (afle;
•*- What pains did I take, and what time did Iv.afle
In vain did I ramble o'er country and tov/n,'
Till chance introduc'd me to dear Betfy Brown.
Such afhape, fuch an air, fuch a mien, fuch a face:
She fmil'd with fuch fweetnefs, convers'd with fuch
grace :
A forehead unus'd to a wrinkle or frown,
Prefides o'er the face of my dear Betly Brown.
When firft I beheld her my heart was inflam'd.
And thrill'd with a rapture thai cannot t)e nam'd;
Ye gods, what is wealth, what is fame or renown,
Compar'dwith the charms of my dear Betfy Brown.
Tho' her perfon has beauties beyond all compare,
Ot virtue, her mind has a much better fhare;
Let others ambition extend to a crown,
I afk, O ye gods, but my dear Betfy Brown.
Oh ! let me this charmin^dear creature poffels,
No more I requeft, nor can afk any lefs ;
From the fummit of hope let me not tumble down.
Ye gods give me death,,, or my dear Betfy Brown^