Fierce Owen Glendower* did Annals fill,
When the fourth Henry the Hot-spur Infested;
And in three Battles such numbers did kill,

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He like a Fury was fear'd and detested:
Nor was bold Teuther † behind in Fame,
When Glory call'd him, or Freedom excited;
Who for espousing the Royal Dame,

Soaring too high had his Lustre benighted.
England take Caution, &c.

Undaunted Vaughn is ne'er forgot,

Meridith Fenken, nor Morgan ap Reuther;

All Slain at Edgcott || that fatal sport,

Whilst others follow'd the Fortune of Teuther:

With many more of Renown'd account,

Who prov'd that Day by their Valiant endeavour;

None, British Valour could e'er surmount,

None ne'er in Battle behav'd themselves braver. England take Caution, &c.

And now at last I must boldly sing,

Of the fam'd Leek so renown'd in old story;

First wore in Fight § as a famous thing,

Wales to distinguish in Conquering Glory: Coxcombs may Laugh at they know not what, Whilst to the Wise I affirm this Relation; Roses (a) for Trifles great fame have got, Onyons (b) been Deified on less occasion. England take Caution, &c.

*Vid. Stow. Anno R. Hen. 4th. Anno Dom. 1492. ↑ vid. Baker. Hen. 6th. Beheaded for Marrying the King's Mother. || Battle at Edgcott 9. Ed. 4th. Anno. 1469. § Leeks first worn in Honour of a great Victory won by the Welch. When each by wearing one in his Hat, was distinguish'd from their foes. (a) Badges of the Farrs 'twixt York, and Lancaster. (6) Onyons ador'd by Egyptians as Gods.

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Merlin

Merlin* the Fam'd who her Native was,
Prophecy'd still the true worth of this Nation;
Equal to all if they not surpass,

For Honour, Courage, and Arts in each station: Had their cross Stars made 'em e'er unite,

And against Foes jointly done their endeavour; England's proud Name had ne'er seen the Light, But Britain held up her Title for ever. Therefore take Caution, By this brave Nation; All agree, whilst you are free, And Rich and able: Friendly treat, you'll be great,

Quarrel on, you're undone,

Think on the Bundle of Rods in the Fable.

* Merlin the Miracle of his Time born in Britain.

A SONG.

Follow'd Fame and got Renown,

I rang'd all o'er the Park and Town ;
I haunted Plays, and there grew Wise,
Observing my own modish Vice:
Friends and Wine I next did try,
Yet I found no solid Joy;
Greatest Pleasures seem too small,
Till Sylvia made amends for all.

But see the state of humane Bliss,
How vain our best Contentment is;
As of my Joy she was the Chief,
So was she too my greatest Grief:
Fate, that I might be undone,
Dooms this Angel but for one ;
And, alass, too plain I see,
That I am not the happy he.

Against

Against Free-Will:

A SONG.

O silly Mortall, and ask thy Creator,

Why thy short Life is Tormented with Care;
Why thou art Slave to the Follies of Nature,
Why for thy Plague he made Woman so fair?
If Chloes Glances

Can charm thy Sences,

And Beauty force thee into her snare;
What's this Free-Will, of which Gownmen so prate,
When none, none have power to controul their Fate.

If Man be Monarch of all the Creation,
Women in Reason should stoop to his sway;
Fair, Rich, or Witty, by free Inclination
Owning his Priviledge, calmly obey;
Else every Brute is

More blest with Beauties,

The Horse or Stag, each can seize his Prey;
Who e'er i'th' Grove saw the Lordly Bull,
Sigh to the fair, She like a loving Fool."

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A SONG in the Opera call'd, The Kingdom of the Birds. Sung by Miss Willis.

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IN the Fields in Frost and Snows,

Watching late and early;

There I keep my Father's Cows,
There I Milk 'em Yearly:

Booing here, Booing there,

Here a Boo, there a Boo, every where a Boo,

We defy all Care and Strife,

In a Charming Country-Life.

Then

Then at home amongst the Fowls,

Watching late and early;

There I tend my Fathers Owls,
There I feed 'em Yearly:
Whooing here, Whooing there,

Here a whoo, there a whoo, every where a whoo,
We defy all Care and Strife,

In a Charming Country Life.

When the Summer Fleeces heap,
Watching late and early;
Then I Shear my Father's Sheep,

Then I keep 'em Yearly:

Baeing here, Baeing there,

Here a Bae, there a Bae, every where a Bae,

We defy all Care, &c.

In the Morning e'er 'twas light,
In the Morning early;
There I met with my Delight,

Once he Lov'd me dearly:
Wooeing here, Wooeing there,

Here a wooe, there a wooe, every where a wooe,

Oh! How free from Care, &c.

E'er the Light came from above,
In the Morning early;
There I met with my true Love,
There I met him early:
Wooeing here, Wooeing there,

Here he wooe, there he wooe, every where he wooe,

Oh! How free from Care, &c.

In the Morn at six of the Clock,
In the Morning early;

There I fed our Turkey-Cock,

There I fed him yearly, cou, cou, goble, goble, goble ! Couing here, Couing there,

Here a cou, there a cou, every where a cou,

Oh! How free from Care and Strife,

Is a Pleasant Country-Life.

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