And th' artillery of her eye,
Whilft fhe proudly march'd about
Greater conquefts to find out,
She beat out Susan by the bye.
But in her place I then obey'd
Black-ey'd Befs her vice-roy maid,
To whom enfued a vacancy.
Thousand worfe paffions then poffefs'd
The interregnum of my breaft.
Blefs me from fuch an anarchy!
Gentle Henrietta than,
And a third Mary, next began;
Then Joan, and Jane, and Audria;
And then a pretty Thomafine,
And then another Katherine,
And then a long et cetera.
But should I now to you relate
The ftrength and riches of their state,
The powder, patches, and the pins;
The ribbands, jewels, and the rings,
The lace, the paint, and warlike things
That make up all their magazines:
If I should tell the politic arts
To take and keep mens hearts,
The letters, embaffies, and fpies;
The frowns, and fmiles, and flatteries,
The quarrels, tears, and perjuries,
Numberless, nameless myfteries!
And all the little lime-twigs laid
By Machiavel the waiting-maid;
I more voluminous should grow
(Chiefly if I like them fhould tell
All change of weather that befel)
Than Hollingfhed or Stow.
But I will briefer with them be,
Since few of them were long with me.
An higher and a nobler strain
My prefent emperess does claim,
Heleonora! first o'th' name,
Whom God grant long to reign!
HY we love, and why we hate,
Is not granted us to know;
Random chance, or wilful fate,
Guides the fhaft from Cupids bow.
If on me Zelinda frown,
Madness 'tis in me to grieve: Since her will is not her own, Why should I uneafy live è
gave Hal a wreath of flow'rs, Which he in am'rous folly
Confign'd to Bell, and in few hours
It came again to Molly:
Thus all by turns are woo'd and woo,
No turtles can be truer ;
Each loves the object they purfue,
But hates the kind pursuer.
As much as Mary Thomas grieves,
Proud Hal despises Mary;
And all the flouts which Bell receives
From Tom, fhe vents on Harry:
If one of all the four has frown'd,
You ne'er faw people grummer;
If one has smil'd, it catches round,
And all are in good-humour.
Then, lovers, hence this lesson learn,
Throughout the British nation;
How much 'tis every ones concern
To fmile at reformation.
And ftill, through life, this rule pursue,
Whatever objects strike you,
Be kind to them that fancy you,
That thofe you love may like you.
7ELL met pretty nymph, fays a jolly young fwain,
To a lovely young fhepherdefs croffing the plain;
Why fo much in hafte? (now the month it was May)
Shall I venture to ask you, fair maiden, which way?
Then strait to this question the nymph did reply,
With a fmile on her look, and a leer on her eye,
I came from the village, and homeward I go;
And now gentle fhepherd, pray why would you know?
I hope, pretty maid, you won't take it amifs,
If I tell you the reafon of asking you this ;
I would fee you fafe home, (the swain was in love)
Of fuch a companion if you would approve.
Your offer, kind fhepherd, is civil I own,
But fee no great danger in going alone;
Nor yet can I hinder, the road being free,
For one as another, for you as for me.
No danger in going alone, it is true,
But yet a companion is pleasanter too;
And if you could like (now the fwain he took heart)
Such a sweetheart as me, we never would part:
O! that's a long word, faid the fhepherdess then ;
I've often heard fay, there's no minding you men :
You'll say and unfay, and you'll flatter, 'tis true;
Then leave a young maiden, the first thing you do.
O! judge not fo harfhly, the fhepherd replied;
To prove what I fay, I will make you my bride;
To-morrow the parfon (well faid, little fwain)
Shall join both our hands, and make one of us twain :
Then what the nymph answer'd to this, is not faid;
The very next morn to be sure they were wed.
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle down;
Now when shall we fee fuch a wedding in town.
HUMPHREY GUBBINS COURTSHIP.
A Courting I went to my love,
Who is fweeter than rofes in May;
And when I came to her, by Jove,
The devil a word could I fay.
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