But vain must every caution prove; When fuch enchanting sweetness fhines, The wounded fwain muft yield to love, And wonder, tho' he hopeless pines. Such flames the foppifh butterfly should shun; The eagle's only fit to view the fun. She's as the opening lilly fair, Her lovely features are complete ; Whilst heaven indulgent makes her share, With angels, all that 's wife and sweet. These virtues which divinely deck her mind, Exalt each beauty of th' inferior kind. Whether fhe love the rural scenes, The mufe unwilling quits the lovely theme, I HAVE A GREEN PURSE, AND A WEE PICKLE GOWD. I HAVE a green purse, and a wee pickle gowd, It fattens my flocks, and my bairns it has ftow'd; And gi'e me delight; To bless me, and kiss me, And comfort my fight With beauty by day, and kindness by night, My Chrifty she's charming, and good as fhe's fair, Delight of my mind, Whose gracious embraces By heaven were defign'd For happiest transports, and bliffes refin'd, For For thee, bonny Chrifty, my fhepherds and hynds Shall carefully make the year's dainties thine: Thus freed frae laigh care, while love fills our minds, Our days fhall with pleasure and plenty shine. Then hear me, and cheer me With fmiling confent, Believe me, and give me No cause to lament; Since I ne'er can be happy till thou fay, Content, I'm pleas'd with my Jamie, and he shall be mine. ON THE MARRIAGE OF LORD G. AND LADY K. C. TUNE" THE HIGHLAND LADDIE." BRIGANTIUS. Now all thy virgin fweets are mine, And all the fhining charms that grace thee; My fair Melinda, come recline Upon my breast, while I embrace thee, A love that shall for ever bloffom. CHORUS. CHORUS. O the happy, happy, brave, and bonny! MELINDA. No more I blush, now that I 'm thine, As thy exalted thoughts direct me; CHORUS. O the happy, &c. BRIGANTIUS. Soft fall thy words, like morning dew To heaven, with spirit grateful glowing. My My honour, courage, wealth, and wit, CHORUS. O the happy, &c. MELINDA. With my Brigantius I could live With fhepherds' fare, and quaff the fountain. What pleases thee, the rural grove, Or congress of the fair and witty, Shall give me pleasure with thy love, In plains retir'd, or focial city. CHORUS. O the happy, &c. BRIGANTIUS. How sweetly canft thou charm my foul, Thy beauties all my cares controul, Tune |