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Sung at MARY BONE GARDENS.

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To make me feel a virgin's charms. Whofe forces had de-ny'd,

Gay

Poll came tempting to my arms, What man could have de-ny'd?

I

kifs'd her lips and straitway found Such fweetnefs there in ftore, That tho' I had re

ceiv'd one wound, I wish'd for twenty more, That tho' I had re

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518 Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. A COUNTRY DANCE. BOTTLE and FRIEND.

First man fet to the fecond woman, his partner the fame to the fecond man, caft eff, and turn right hands acrofs, with the third couple and right and left at top.

Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751.

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grace

Has been the theme of each fucceeding race;
The honours on thy spotless name conferr'd,
To latest times fhall be with rapture heard ;
And brightest rays, ennobling female fame,
Catch all their starry luftre at thy flame.
Like thee be ev'ry blooming British maid
With richest robes of virtue ftill array'd:
Of all accomplish'd ornaments we find
None ftrike fo fure as beauties of the mind:
A winning modesty esteem invites,
Beyond all airs the vain coquet excites :
How fond the fancy, to command applause,
By the weak aids of whalebone, filk, and
gauze !

To languifh to the mufick of the shade,
Or trip in ambush at a masquerade!
To practife at the glass the glancing eye,
The ftudied lifp, the counterfeited figh!
The magazines of paint and wash are
Spread,
[red;

And the cheeks taught to blush with foreign
The eyebrows take a form before unknown,
And the head prides in treffes not its own.
Thus reign the tinfell'd flatt'rers of an
hour,

Then vanish sudden as the fading flower. Nor wins the fly reclufe her with'd reward, Whofe flipp'ry virtue must be lock'd and

barr'd ;

Irregular deres thro' grates can steal,
And wanton wishes glow beneath the veil.
O how unlike to thefe Maria charms!
With dignity of mein our foul the warms,
Strict modesty with decent freedom join'd,
A lovely form, with a cherubick mind;
No fop for her regard dares make pretence,
Difcountenanc'd by her fuperior sense.
Continue thus to charm, till heav'n provide
A confort fit to claim thee for a bride;
From modest virgin, change to faithful wife,
And shine the glory of connubial life.

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Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751. 519

2.

Tho' fortune thus tears me away

To the banks of the Swale's diftant ftream,

I'll think of thee all the long day,

Of thee all the night will I dream. Gay fancy fhall call to my mind'

Thefe fcenes and the blifs we have known, When you without guilt cou'd be kind, And fcandal itself has look'd on.

3.

Yet tell me, oh tell me, I pray,

Will you think of me oft in the grove, And with the fweet coming of May,

To talk about friendship and love? I read thy fond wishes, dear lafs,

The May shall our pleasure renew ; Ye minutes, till then fwiftly país, Adieu! my dear Molly, adieu !

To a LovER, who idoliz'd bis MISTRESS. d't thou, fond lover, would'st

Would'
thou ftill purfue

The winding paths that paffion puts in view? Would'ft thou forfake the realms of peace, to stray

Among the wilds of love's uncertain way? Thou err'ft, if there thou hop'ft to find repofe,

No fettled calm, alas! the lover knows; By hope uplifted, and by fears depreft, Conftant extremes forbid his bofom reft. Toft on love's boift'rous main he madly ftrays,

Curfes his fate, and to his charmer prays : Vain pray'r, alas! where all that she can give,

Is but to fcorn, or barely bid him live: Suppofe a mutual flame her bofom burns ; 'Tis but the change of various pains by

turns:

Indiff'rence now fucceeds a warm defire, And starves with cold the heart that glow'd with fire.

Ceafe then to idolize the fav'rite flame,
Nor make a goddefs of a mortal dame.
In Ovid's lines we might indeed excufe
The too warm transports of a heathen muse;
But when a chriftian's love extends fo
high,

Efteem degenerates to idolatry.

Then quit th' ignoble fire, abandon sense, And let thy mortal love divine commence. Here may'it thou meet an object worth thy

care,

Supremely eminent, divinely fair:

No difappointment here fhall rack thy breast, No rival awe, nor frowns disturb thy rest: Subfervient time fhall confummate the jov,

Crowd hours of blifs, and banish base alloy : Rofes and jeffamin shall strew the way, And ev'ry profpet look ferenely gay:

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True fafety fprings; Dependent kings

Or fear revenge, or hope redrefs. Da Capo
RECIT.

The happy monarch, truly wife!
Our welfare makes his own :
Juftice, and courage, awful rife,
The columns of his throne!
AIR.
There fuppliant lies,
With lifted eyes,

Hibernia! like a beauteous maid
With fmiles the pleads,
Her loyal deeds,

And asks a Dorfet to her aid.
RECIT.

Our king has heard Hibernia's pray'r!
Again refigns her to a Dorfet's care!
Ierne's choice! her beft fupport!
Hail, fav'rite of Britannia's court!
AIR.

Now the heav'nly fifter train
Touch the well-known, grateful ftrain:
By them the faireft wreath is twin'd,
Dorfet's learned brow to bind. Da Capo.
RECIT.

Thus George from his all bounteous hand
Difpenfes bleffings to this happy land.
AIR.

Ierne's merchants, now with pleasure,
Fearless view the fav'ring gales,
Waft their long expected treasure,

Freighted fhips with fwelling fails!
RECIT.

Hail, commerce! child of liberty! thy (way
Brings various nations crouding in our bay!

*The river at Richmond is Yorkshire.

Da Capo the Air, RECIT,

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When war's deftructive horrors cease,
Thefe are the fruits of happy peace!'
In grateful notes of triumph join ;
Thefe bleffings, gracious king, are thine!
DUET.

Let this happy day be crown'd

With great event and fair fuccefs;
No brighter in the year be found

Than this! that gave a George to blefs!
Live! great encourager of arts!

Live ever in our grateful hearts. Da Capo.

GRAND CHORUS.
Now let the inftruments aloud proclaim
The honours that attend his warlike name:

The trumpet's fhrill found
Shail echo thro' the sky;
To the thundering drum
Let the cannon reply.

A BON REPOS; or, The Way to fleep well.
HE man that's innocent and good,

Who can on vice reflections caft, And pity human frailties paft, Sedately think on future actions. Devoid of parties, fects and factions, Sincerity regarding most, A parte ante & a parte poft ; Can view the fordid without pain, Plead for the widow without gain, Succour the orphan, help the maim, Beftows what he might lofe at game; Aiding the poor, the rich befriending, Preventing quarrels, difcords ending, Pray'rs for th' opprefs'd to heaven (ending, His own and others morals mending; Vifits the fick. the naked cloaths, Receives the ftrange, th' abandon'd loaths; The pris'ner loofes, captives frees, Comforts the wretch in miferies; The hungry feeds, th' unlearned teaches, Of broken-hearts repairs the breaches ;All good performs, all ill does thun ; He fafely may go down with fun, His courfe is finish'd, his race run; On bended knees forgiveness craves For fake of him who helps and faves; Secure in bed his eyes may clofe, Affured of a good repole.

PHILANDER.

*The Prayer referr’4 to.

"O Lord, me fave, my friends, and foes, "Thine aid vouch afe, thy grace difclofe, "Preferve me from the dreads of night, "That I may render praife when light; "Ard then, the days revolving on, "Thy kingdom come; thy will be done." To CELI A.

ES, Celia, you are more than half divine,

YES,

But yet, the fex's foible fiill is thine, Ambition, to attain a state more high, The fin, which pluck'd whole legions from the sky! [ends,

fiends:

The fin, whofe guilt and purifhment ne'er Made angels demons, and archangels [fore? Has not heav'n bleft thee with an ample Can reafon afk, or prudence with for more? Is there one want in life, this can't command?

[hard! Say, Celia, fay, and yield thy plighted Confer a favour, let thy bofom glow, With pleasures that from retribution flow, The blifs of gods! who still delight to roll Their bounties on the humble, grateful foul; [praife,

The humble, grateful foul, who best can And in their fanes the nobleft trophies raife.

But here, methinks, you interrupting fay, "Merit to riches ever must give way; "Lives there a nymph, that can with pa "tience hear ["care ? "Of lefs'ning grandeur, and redoubling "Then dread this truth, my hand shall

"never join,

"Unless the lover's fortune doubles mine; "A chariot creeps, a coach and fix will "Ay,

"And gay attendants catch the vulgar eye; "If happiness exifts, it must be there, "The woman fhining in her proper "Sphere!" [ftrife, Wou'd Celia think, greatnefs engenders Remorse, divorce, and ev'ry woe of life; In gilded vehicles ten thousand ride, With aching hearts, defires unfatisfy'd ; Amid the lux'ry that their tables give, See how they pine! and with indifference live: [blood; Befides, you'll fill want titles, ftill want And that's enough to spoil the present good. Not fo, where love two equal fouls unites, Thefe in each other find fupreme delights Call for no foreign aids, to eafe the hour, Nor let their wishes fpring beyond their power;

Truth and affection reign without controul, And pour thofe joys, that fill the human foul.

This is thy lot, if virtue chule thy fpouse,

And the most perfect that our state allows 1

'Tis

Poetical ESSAYS in NOVEMBER, 1751.

Tis a deception, echo it, ye skies! To fancy blifs from avarice can rife.

STREPHON.

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O pickled herrings, &c.
V.

"Elfe vain wou'd their industry be on the
[" ftand.
"A prey to invaders they cou'd not with-
"The world will be his, who the sea shall
"command."

O pickled herrings, &c.
VI.

To make us great, powerful, wealthy and
free,

VII.

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The praife, due to fishermen, who cou'd

repeat?

[fleet, With them fam'd Elizabeth mann'd a ftout Which gave Spain's armada a total defeat. O pickled herrings, &c. VIII.

See a forest of bufs-mafts o'ershadowing
our coaft, [our fifh'ries engross'd!
French, Dutch, Swedes, and Danes, have
They trumpet our folly, and their own
wisdom boaft.

O pickled herrings, &c.
IX.

Your toil, (my good lads,) with rewards
will be crown'd, [mer comes round:
And at Shetland we'll meet, e'er the fum-
In the mean time all Europe will ring with
this found,

PAR

O pickled herrings of Britain! And O British pickled herrings!

AREBU S.

ART of the word that fignifies luft, And the name of a juftice, that's mould'ring in duft, [of a town, Both these being join'd, make the name That has a good market, tho' of no great

T

renown.

ANOTHER.

HE food that's not fit to be given to hogs,

Nor no other creature, except it be dogs; And what's of great ufe to a cobler's tranf[ing nor making }

lating,

Without which he could neither be mendThefe joined together make a town of [to name,

good fame,

Which I defire off hand you'll be pleafed
QUIBUS.

To BRITANNICUS.

On bis Thoughts on MAN'S FREE AGENCY, &c.

RITON! thy thoughts fublimely

BRITON

foar

Beyond what man conceiv'd before :
In thy exalted page we find
The fource and powers of the mind:
How man was form'd entirely free,
Though brutes impell'd by inftinê be:
How faith is fix'd by reafon's eye,
And when the world itself fhall die.
Thy politicks have long been known,
And justly honour'd by the town.
But now, to make the man complete,
The Chriftian and the statesman meet.
Uuu

THE

All arts muft affift, and all callings agree; Our ploughmen at land, with our ploughmen at fea. O pickled herrings, &c. November, #751. When this ballad was writ (laft September) near 500 foreign vessels were fishing off Yarmouth. This is their practice annually; and they fometimes confift of 7 or 800 fail Nefandum! + Three prizes (of 301. 201. and 151.) are eftablished, for thofe three bull's rubich shall catch moft fish this year, and sure them beft; a circumftance that animated infinitely the induftry of the feveral crews,

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