SONG.

HAVE you not seen the timid tear
Steal trembling from mine eye?
Have you not mark'd the flush of fear,
Or caught the murmur'd sigh?

And can you think my love is chill,

Nor fix'd on you alone?

And can you rend, by doubting still,
A heart so much your own?

To you my soul's affections move
Devoutly, warmly true;

My life has been a task of love,
One long, long thought of you.
If all your tender faith is o'er,
If still my truth you'll try,
Alas! I know but one proof more,
I'll bless your name, and die!

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;
We doat on them, die for them, all that we

can.

Here's Phillis, whose innocent bosom
Is always agog for some novel desires;
To day to get lovers, to-morrow to lose 'em,
Is all that the innocent Phillis requires.
Here's to the gay little Jessy, who simpers

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
Its look is so shifting and new,
That the oath I might take on it now,
The very next glance would undo!

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,
Nor fancy my faith is a feather;

On my heart I will pledge you my vow,
And they both must be broken together!

WHERE IS THE NYMPH.

WHERE is the nymph, whose azure eye
Can shine through rapture's tear?
The sun is sunk, the moon is high,
And yet she comes not here!

Was that her footstep on the hill,
Her voice upon the gale?
No, 'twas the wind, and all is still,
Oh, Maid of Marlivale!

Come to me, love, I've wander'd far,
'Tis past the promis'd hour;
Come to me, love, the twilight star
Shall guide thee to my bower.

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,
Oh! I have lov'd thee too sincerely!

And few have e'er deceiv'd like thee,
Alas! deceived me too severely!

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,
Thou leav'st me many a bitter token;
For see, distracting women! see,

My peace is gone, my heart is broken!
Fare thee well!

WHY DOES AZURE DECK THE SKY.

WHY does azure deck the sky?
'Tis to be like thy eyes of blue;
Why is red the rose's die?

Because it is thy blush's hue.
All that's fair, by love's decree,
Has been made resembling thee!

Why is falling snow so white,

But to be like thy bosom fair?
Why are solar beams so bright?
That they may seem thy golden hair!
All that's bright, by love's decree,
Has been made resembling thee!

Why are nature's beauties felt?

Oh! 'tis thine in her we see!