Then with arrows and bow He a foldier must go; And ftraight he fhot folks without warning; He thought it no fin, When his hand once was in, To kill you a hundred his morning. When he found that he made And needs must pass for a tinker. Have you any hearts to mend, Come I'll be your friend, Or eife I expect not a farthing: And, maids, is not this a fair bargain? But, maids, have a care, Of this tinker beware, Shun the rogue, tho' he sets fuch a face on't; Where he ftops up one hole, "Tis true, by my foul, He'll at least leave a score in the place on't. The The diffident ORINDA to the inconftant B PHILANDER. EAUTY alone has power to please But that, like fmoak, foon vanishes; How foon is youth and beauty past, If my Philander kind wou'd prove, How happy were my state! But, wanting charms his heart to move, Yet, wou'd he but regard a heart Let friendship yield me some relief, O give me that to ease my grief, WHEN, 1 W HEN I vifit proud Celia, juft come from my glass, And to leave my foul's joy; oh! 'tis nonsense to ask, Had fhe tax'd me with gaming, and bad me forbear, (to be faid. JOLLY J OLLY mortals, fill your glaffes, Noble deeds are done by wine; Scorn the nymph, and all her graces; Who'd for love, or beauty, pine? Look within the bowl that's flowing, In the moment to be kind. Alexander hated thinking, Drank about at council-board, Y * powers, my welcome death forgive, Since for him I cou'd not live, With joy for him I'm dying. VOL. III. K MY M Y love was fickle once and changing, 'Twas first a charming shape enflav'd me, But now a long and lasting anguish Hourly I figh and hourly languish, For here the falfe unconftant lover, |