N O, silly Cloris ! Tell me no such Stories, True gen'rous Love can never undo When I desert ye, Let affected Virtue, ye; Charm ev'ry Fop that now does pursue ye : Search all human Nature, Try ev'ry Creature, Study all Complexions, Ev'ry Face and Feature ; And when e're I dye, You'll too late descry, None ever yet did Love so well as I. Curse on Ambition, What a bless'd condition Lovers were in, not aw'd by that Dæmon; Careless of Vain-Glories, Would reap more Bliss than Pride e'er could dream on : We should have no dying, No Self-denying, Sighings or Repulses, When the Soul is flying; But truly wise, Dirt she would despise, And own her Love the Crown of all her Joys. The B Y all the Pow'rs! I love you so, Altho' my Heart's not fool'd with ease, Ah! tell me not that Men deceive, Since kindness has resistless Charms, Make hast, and fly into my Arms, And crown my bless'd remaining Days. Joy L ET Burgundy flow, Let the Glass run o'er, let the Glass run o'er boys, To cure all our Woe, Let the Glass run over the Brim, Though Anna is gone, Think of it no more, think of it no more boys, Toast away your Bumpers to him, Tho' the Feuds were so big "Twixt the Tory and Whigg, That the Mischiefs pursuing prov'd almost our Ruin, Like a Prophet I know, They will be no more so, We've a King will unite now both High-Church and Low. And now your Hand's in Who their Hate to Lorrain bear strong, Boldly durst defend, lately the Pretender, Will be sure to pay for't e'er long, Nor a less Glass let's have To the Catalans brave, Who held out with a Glory, not equall'd in Story, Nor the great Hannibal, Ever equall'd their Chief, with a number so small. À |