Oh! fend fome chearing ray of light, Thus, in a fecret friendly fhade, The penfive Celia mourn'd, While courteous Echo lent her aid, And figh for figh return'd. When fudden, Damon's well-known face ADVICE. By a young Lady. HEPHERDS, would ye hope to please us, Sometimes flatter, fometimes teaze us, Soft denials are but trials Of the heart we wish to gain; Tho' we're fhy, and feem to fly, If you pursue we fly in vain. SONG CXIII. THE INVITATION. OME Colin, pride of rural fwains, Come Colin, hafte, O come away, Your fmiles will make the village gay : When you return, the vernal breeze Oh! come and fee the vi'lets spring, The meadows laugh, the linnets fing: Your eyes our joylefs hearts can cheer, O hafte! and make us happy here. S SONG CXIV. A FAV'RITE DUET AND CHORUS. EE the conquering hero comes, Sound the trumpets, beat the drums, Sports prepare, the laurel bring, Songs of triumph to him fing. See the god-like youth advance, THO my manners are fimple and plain, HO' drefs and my A rascal I hate, and a knave I difdain; My dealings are juft, and my confcience is clear, And I'm richer than thofe who have thousands a year. Tho' bent down with age, and for fporting uncouth, I feel no remorfe for the follies of youth; I ftill tell my tale, and rejoice in my song, And, my boys, think my age not a moment too long. Let the courtiers, thofe dealers in grin and grimace, Creep under, dance over, for title or place; Above all the titles that flow from a throne, That of honeft I prize-and that title's my own. B SONG CXVI. THE SEASON OF LOVE. RIGHT Sol is return'd, the winter is o'er, He's all-chearing beams do nature restore; The cowflip and daify, the vi'let and rofe, Each garden, each orchard, does fragrance difclofe : The birds' chearful notes are heard in each grove, All nature confeffes the feason of love. The nymphs and the shepherds come tripping amain, All haften to join in the fports of the plain; Our rural diverfions are free from all guile, The face that is honeft fecurely can fmile: The heart that's fincere in affection may prove All nature's force in the feafon of love. O come then, Philander, with Sylvia away, Our friends, that expect us, accuse our delay; Let's hafte to the village, the fports to begin; I'll strive for my fhepherd the garland to win. But fee his approach whom my heart does approve, Who makes ev'ry moment the season of love. SONG CXVII. CHARMS OF LOVELY PEGGY. NCE more I'll tune the vocal fhell, O To hills and dales my paffion tell, A flame which time can never quell, You greater bards your lyre fhould hit ; The fun first rising in the morn, Was the array'd in rustic weed, When Zephyr on the violet blows, I ftole a kifs the other day, And (truft me) nought but truth I fay, While bees from flow'r to flow'r do rove, And linnets warble thro' the grove, Or ftately fwans the waters love, So long fhall I love Peggy. And when death lifts his pointed dart I' SONG CXVIII. FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. 'VE feen the fmiling of Fortune beguiling, I've felt all its favours, and found its decay; Sweet was its bleffing, kind its careffing, But now 'tis fled,—fled far away. I've seen the forest adorned the foremost, With flowers of the faireft, moft pleasant and gay; Sae bonny was their blooming, their scent the air perfuming, But now they are wither'd and weeded away. I've seen the morning with gold the hills adorning, O fickle Fortune! why this cruel fporting? For the flowers of the foreft are withered away. Thro' mazy windings o'er the plain, I'll in fome lonely cave refide, And ever mourn my faithful fwain. Flower of the foreft was my love, Soft as the fighing fummer's gale, Gentle and conftant as the dove, Blooming as rofes in the vale. |