If things but alter, and not undone, I'll kiss your hands and visit London. Molly sends greeting; so do I, sir:
Send a good coat, that's all: good b'ye, sir.
A YOUNG GENTLEMAN IN LOVE:
FROM public noise and factious strife,
From all the busy ills of life,
Take me, my Celia, to thy breast, And lull my wearied soul to rest: For ever in this humble cell, Let thee and I, my fair one, dwell; None enter else, but Love-and he Shall bar the door, and keep the key.
To painted roofs and shining spires, (Uneasy seats of high desires,) Let the unthinking many crowd, That dare be covetous and proud In golden bondage let them wait, And barter happiness for state: But, oh! my Celia, when thy swain Desires to see a court again, May Heav'n around this destin'd head The choicest of its curses shed:
To sum up all the rage of fate, In the two things I dread and hate, May'st thou be false, and I be great.'
Thus, on his Celia's panting breast Fond Celadon his soul express'd; While with delight the lovely maid Receiv'd the vows, she thus repaid: 'Hope of my age, joy of my youth, Bless'd miracle of love and truth, All that could e'er be counted mine, My love and life, long since are thine: A real joy I never knew,
Till I believ'd thy passion true; A real grief I ne'er can find, Till thou prov'st perjur'd or unkind. Content, and poverty, and care,
All we abhor, and all we fear,
Bless'd with thy presence I can bear. Through waters and through flames I'll go, Sufferer and solace of thy woe:
Trace me some yet unheard-of way, That I thy ardour may repay,
And make my constant passion known By more than woman yet has done. 'Had I wish that did not bear
The stamp and image of my dear, I'd pierce my heart through every vein, And die to let it out again.
No; Venus shall my witness be, (If Venus ever lov'd like me,) That for one hour I would not quit My shepherd's arms and this retreat, To be the Persian monarch's bride, Partner of all his power and pride; Or rule in regal state above, Mother of gods and wife of Jove.' VOL. XV.
O happy these of human race! But soon, alas! our pleasures pass. He thank'd her on his bended knee, Then drank a quart of milk and tea, And leaving her ador'd embrace, Hasten'd to court to beg a place; While she, his absence to bemoan, The very moment he was gone, Call'd Thyrsis from beneath the bed, Where all this time he had been hid.
WHILE men have these ambitious fancies, And wanton wenches read romances, Our sex will-What? out with it;'-Lie, And their's in equal strains reply. The moral of the tale 1 sing (A posey for the wedding ring) In this short verse will be confin'd; Love is a jest, and vows are wind.
THE CONVERSATION.
Ir always has been thought discreet To know the company you meet; And sure there may be secret danger
In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ales
I'll pledge you, and repeat my Tale.
O happy these of human race! But soon, alas! our pleasures pass. He thank'd her on his bended knee, Then drank a quart of milk and tea, And leaving her ador'd embrace, Hasten'd to court to beg a place; While she, his absence to bemoan, The very moment he was gone, Call'd Thyrsis from beneath the bed, Where all this time he had been hid.
WHILE men have these ambitious fancies, And wanton wenches read romances, Our sex will-What? out with it;'-Lie, And their's in equal strains reply. The moral of the tale I sing (A posey for the wedding ring) In this short verse will be confin'd; Love is a jest, and vows are wind.
Ir always has been thought discreet To know the company you meet; And sure there may be secret danger In talking much before a stranger.
Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale
I'll pledge you, and repeat my Tale.
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