SONG. HAVE you not seen the timid tear And can you think my love is chill, Nor fix'd on you alone? And can you rend, by doubting still, To you my soul's affections move My life has been a task of love, SONG. OH! nothing in life can sadden us, While we have wine and good humour in store; With this and a little of love to madden us, Show me the fool that can labour for more! Come then, bid Ganymede fill every bowl for you, Fill them up brimmers, and drink as I call; I'm going to toast every nymph of my soul for you, Ay! on my soul, I'm in love with them all! Dear creatures! We can't live without them, They're all that is sweet and seducing to man; Looking, sighing, about and about them; can. Here's Phillis, whose innocent bosom So vastly good humuor'd, whatever is done; She'll kiss you, and that without whining or whimpers, And do what you please with you-all out of fun. Dear creatures, &c. A bumper to Fanny-I know you will scorn her, Because she's a prude, and her nose is so curl'd; But if ever you chatted with Fan in a corner, You'd say she's the best little girl in the world! Another to Liddy, still struggling with duty, And asking her conscience still, "whether she should;" While her eyes, in the silent confession of beauty, Say "Only for something I certainly would!" Dear creatures, &c. Fill for Chloe, bewitchingly simple, Who angles the heart without knowing her lure; Still wounding around with a blush or a dimple, Nor seeming to feel that she also could cure! Here's pious Susan, the saint, who alone, sir, Could ever have made me religious outright, For had I such a dear little saint of my own, sir, I'd pray on my knees to her half the long night! Dear creatures, &c. SONG. IF I swear by that eye, you'll allow These babies that nestle so sly, Such different arrows have got, That an oath on the glance of an eye, Such as yours, may be off in a shot! Should I swear by the dew on your lip, Though each moment the treasure renews, If my constancy wishes to trip, I may kiss off the oath when I choose! Or a sigh may disperse from that flower The dew and the oath that are there; And I'd make a new vow every hour, To lose them so sweetly in air! But clear up the heav'n of your brow, On my heart I will pledge you my vow, WHERE IS THE NYMPH. WHERE is the nymph, whose azure eye Was that her footstep on the hill, Come to me, love, I've wander'd far, MARY. MARY, I believ'd thee true, And I was blest in thus believing; But now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair, and so deceiving. How few have ever lov'd like me, And few have e'er deceiv'd like thee, Fare thee well, yet think a while On one whose bosom bleeds to doubt thee, Who now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee, than live without thee! Fare thee well, I'll think of thee, My peace is gone, my heart is broken! WHY DOES AZURE DECK THE SKY. WHY does azure deck the sky? Because it is thy blush's hue. Why is falling snow so white, But to be like thy bosom fair? Why are nature's beauties felt? Oh! 'tis thine in her we see! |