BACCHUS. Ha! Gany, come, my dainty boy, Without it life wad be a toy : Here, gi'e me 't in my nive. [Takes the glafs.] Good health to Hamilton, and his Lov'd mate:-O, father Jove! we crave This flowing glass of heav'nly wine. [Drinks, and caufes all the company to drink round.] Come, fee 't about; and fyne let's all advance, Play up there, laffie, fome blyth Scottish tune, [The [The health about, mufic and dancing begin.-The dancing over, before her Grace retires with the ladies to be undressed, CALLIOPE fings the] EPITHALAMIUM. Bright is the low of lawfu' love, It is the flame gives lafting worth, On you, Who are high heaven's delight and care, Of a' these gifts baith great and rare Bacchus, bear off your dinfome gang, Invite you now away; While ilka hynd, And maiden kind, Dance in a ring, In honour of the day : Gae drink and dance 'Till morn advance, And set the twinkling fires; To lead the fair And brave to their defires. Gae, Loves and Graces, take your place, And lay him fweetly by her fide. A PASTORAL EPITHALAMIUM UPON THE HAPPY MARRIAGE OF GEORGE LORD RAMSAY AND LADY JEAN MAULE. HAIL to the brave apparent chief, Hail to the lovely fhe, whose charms, Both from the line of patriots rise, The Ramfays! Caledonia's prop; The Maules! ftruck ftill her foes with dread; Now join'd, we from the union hope A race of heroes fhall fucceed. 1 Let meaner fouls tranfgrefs the rules, Whilft you, bleft pair, belov'd by all What fate has fix'd, and love has done, We wish'd-when straight a heavenly voice Be thine their aid, O wifeft power! Their plains return, fplendid their tower, *See note, vol. i. p. 329. Whilft |