A NEW SONG. Sung at MARY BONE GARDENS. 517 To make me feel a virgin's charms. Whofe forces had de-ny'd, Gay Poll came tempting to my arms, What man could have de-ny'd? I kifs'd her lips and straitway found Such fweetnefs there in ftore, That tho' I had re ceiv'd one wound, I wish'd for twenty more, That tho' I had re 518 Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. A COUNTRY DANCE. BOTTLE and FRIEND. First man fet to the fecond woman, his partner the fame to the fecond man, caft eff, and turn right hands acrofs, with the third couple and right and left at top. Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. grace Has been the theme of each fucceeding race; To languifh to the mufick of the shade, And the cheeks taught to blush with foreign Then vanish sudden as the fading flower. Nor wins the fly reclufe her with'd reward, Whofe flipp'ry virtue must be lock'd and barr'd ; Irregular deres thro' grates can steal, Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. 519 2. Tho' fortune thus tears me away To the banks of the Swale's diftant ftream, I'll think of thee all the long day, Of thee all the night will I dream. Gay fancy fhall call to my mind' Thefe fcenes and the blifs we have known, When you without guilt cou'd be kind, And fcandal itself has look'd on. 3. Yet tell me, oh tell me, I pray, Will you think of me oft in the grove, And with the fweet coming of May, To talk about friendship and love? I read thy fond wishes, dear lafs, The May shall our pleasure renew ; Ye minutes, till then fwiftly país, Adieu! my dear Molly, adieu ! To a LovER, who idoliz'd bis MISTRESS. d't thou, fond lover, would'st Would' The winding paths that paffion puts in view? Would'ft thou forfake the realms of peace, to stray Among the wilds of love's uncertain way? Thou err'ft, if there thou hop'ft to find repofe, No fettled calm, alas! the lover knows; By hope uplifted, and by fears depreft, Conftant extremes forbid his bofom reft. Toft on love's boift'rous main he madly ftrays, Curfes his fate, and to his charmer prays : Vain pray'r, alas! where all that she can give, Is but to fcorn, or barely bid him live: Suppofe a mutual flame her bofom burns ; 'Tis but the change of various pains by turns: Indiff'rence now fucceeds a warm defire, And starves with cold the heart that glow'd with fire. Ceafe then to idolize the fav'rite flame, Efteem degenerates to idolatry. Then quit th' ignoble fire, abandon sense, And let thy mortal love divine commence. Here may'it thou meet an object worth thy care, Supremely eminent, divinely fair: No difappointment here fhall rack thy breast, No rival awe, nor frowns disturb thy rest: Subfervient time fhall confummate the jov, Crowd hours of blifs, and banish base alloy : Rofes and jeffamin shall strew the way, And ev'ry profpet look ferenely gay: True fafety fprings; Dependent kings Or fear revenge, or hope redrefs. Da Capo The happy monarch, truly wife! Hibernia! like a beauteous maid And asks a Dorfet to her aid. Our king has heard Hibernia's pray'r! Now the heav'nly fifter train Thus George from his all bounteous hand Ierne's merchants, now with pleasure, Freighted fhips with fwelling fails! Hail, commerce! child of liberty! thy (way *The river at Richmond is Yorkshire. Da Capo the Air, RECIT, When war's deftructive horrors cease, Let this happy day be crown'd With great event and fair fuccefs; Than this! that gave a George to blefs! Live ever in our grateful hearts. Da Capo. GRAND CHORUS. The trumpet's fhrill found A BON REPOS; or, The Way to fleep well. Who can on vice reflections caft, And pity human frailties paft, Sedately think on future actions. Devoid of parties, fects and factions, Sincerity regarding most, A parte ante & a parte poft ; Can view the fordid without pain, Plead for the widow without gain, Succour the orphan, help the maim, Beftows what he might lofe at game; Aiding the poor, the rich befriending, Preventing quarrels, difcords ending, Pray'rs for th' opprefs'd to heaven (ending, His own and others morals mending; Vifits the fick. the naked cloaths, Receives the ftrange, th' abandon'd loaths; The pris'ner loofes, captives frees, Comforts the wretch in miferies; The hungry feeds, th' unlearned teaches, Of broken-hearts repairs the breaches ;All good performs, all ill does thun ; He fafely may go down with fun, His courfe is finish'd, his race run; On bended knees forgiveness craves For fake of him who helps and faves; Secure in bed his eyes may clofe, Affured of a good repole. PHILANDER. *The Prayer referr’4 to. "O Lord, me fave, my friends, and foes, "Thine aid vouch afe, thy grace difclofe, "Preferve me from the dreads of night, "That I may render praife when light; "Ard then, the days revolving on, "Thy kingdom come; thy will be done." To CELI A. ES, Celia, you are more than half divine, YES, But yet, the fex's foible fiill is thine, Ambition, to attain a state more high, The fin, which pluck'd whole legions from the sky! [ends, fiends: The fin, whofe guilt and purifhment ne'er Made angels demons, and archangels [fore? Has not heav'n bleft thee with an ample Can reafon afk, or prudence with for more? Is there one want in life, this can't command? [hard! Say, Celia, fay, and yield thy plighted Confer a favour, let thy bofom glow, With pleasures that from retribution flow, The blifs of gods! who still delight to roll Their bounties on the humble, grateful foul; [praife, The humble, grateful foul, who best can And in their fanes the nobleft trophies raife. But here, methinks, you interrupting fay, "Merit to riches ever must give way; "Lives there a nymph, that can with pa "tience hear ["care ? "Of lefs'ning grandeur, and redoubling "Then dread this truth, my hand shall "never join, "Unless the lover's fortune doubles mine; "A chariot creeps, a coach and fix will "Ay, "And gay attendants catch the vulgar eye; "If happiness exifts, it must be there, "The woman fhining in her proper "Sphere!" [ftrife, Wou'd Celia think, greatnefs engenders Remorse, divorce, and ev'ry woe of life; In gilded vehicles ten thousand ride, With aching hearts, defires unfatisfy'd ; Amid the lux'ry that their tables give, See how they pine! and with indifference live: [blood; Befides, you'll fill want titles, ftill want And that's enough to spoil the present good. Not fo, where love two equal fouls unites, Thefe in each other find fupreme delights Call for no foreign aids, to eafe the hour, Nor let their wishes fpring beyond their power; Truth and affection reign without controul, And pour thofe joys, that fill the human foul. This is thy lot, if virtue chule thy fpouse, And the most perfect that our state allows 1 'Tis Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. Tis a deception, echo it, ye skies! To fancy blifs from avarice can rife. STREPHON. O pickled herrings, &c. "Elfe vain wou'd their industry be on the O pickled herrings, &c. To make us great, powerful, wealthy and VII. 521 The praife, due to fishermen, who cou'd repeat? [fleet, With them fam'd Elizabeth mann'd a ftout Which gave Spain's armada a total defeat. O pickled herrings, &c. VIII. See a forest of bufs-mafts o'ershadowing O pickled herrings, &c. Your toil, (my good lads,) with rewards PAR O pickled herrings of Britain! And O British pickled herrings! AREBU S. ART of the word that fignifies luft, And the name of a juftice, that's mould'ring in duft, [of a town, Both these being join'd, make the name That has a good market, tho' of no great T renown. ANOTHER. HE food that's not fit to be given to hogs, Nor no other creature, except it be dogs; And what's of great ufe to a cobler's tranf[ing nor making } lating, Without which he could neither be mendThefe joined together make a town of [to name, good fame, Which I defire off hand you'll be pleafed To BRITANNICUS. On bis Thoughts on MAN'S FREE AGENCY, &c. RITON! thy thoughts fublimely BRITON foar Beyond what man conceiv'd before : THE All arts muft affift, and all callings agree; Our ploughmen at land, with our ploughmen at fea. O pickled herrings, &c. November, #751. When this ballad was writ (laft September) near 500 foreign vessels were fishing off Yarmouth. This is their practice annually; and they fometimes confift of 7 or 800 fail Nefandum! + Three prizes (of 301. 201. and 151.) are eftablished, for thofe three bull's rubich shall catch moft fish this year, and sure them beft; a circumftance that animated infinitely the induftry of the feveral crews, |