By reflection he ftill hears her talking,
And abfent he keeps her in fight.

Whenever abroad he regales him,

And Bacchus calls out for his lafs, His love for his Chloe ne'er fails him, Her name gives a zeft to his glass.

No other amufements he prizes,

Than thofe that from Chloe arise;
She's first in his thoughts when he rises,
And last, when he clofes his eyes.

Then let no ambition diftrefs us,
Or fortune's fantastical chace;
Love only with Chloe can bless us,
And give all we want to embrace.

CE

EASE, rude Boreas, bluft'ring railer,
Lift' ye landmen all to me;

Mefsmates, hear a brother failor

Sing the dangers of the fea.

From bounding billows, first in motion,
When the distant whirlwinds rife,
To the tempeft-troubled ocean,

Where the feas contend with skies.

Hark! the boatfwain hoarfely bawling,
By top-fail fheets and haulyards ftand;
Down top-gallants, quick, be hawling,
Down your ftay-fails, hand, boys, hand.
Now it freshens, fet the braces,

The lee top-fail fheets let go;

Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces,
Up your top-fails nimbly clew.

Now all you on down beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd 'twixt beauty's arms,
Fresh enjoyment, wanton courting,
Safe from all but love's alarms.
Around us roars the tempeft louder;
Think what fears our minds enthral:
Harder yet, it yet blows harder,

Now again the boatswain's call.

The top-fail yards point to the wind, boys,
See all clear to reef each courfe ;
Let the fore-fheet go, don't mind, boys,
Tho' the weather should be worse.
Fore and aft the fpritfail-yard get,
Reef the mizen, fee all clear;

Hands

up,

each preventer brace fet,

Man the fore-yard; cheer, lads, cheer.

Now the dreadful thunder's roaring!
Peals on peals contending clash!
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash.
One wide water all around us,

All above but one black sky!
Diff'rent deaths at once furround us,
Hark! what means yon dreadful cry?

The fore-maft's gone, cries ev'ry tongue out,
O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck!
A leak beneath the cheftree's fprung out,
Call all hands to clear the wreck.

Quick, the lanyards cut to pieces,

Come, my hearts, be ftout and bold;
Plumb the well, the leak increases,
Four feet water's in the hold!

While o'er the ship the wild waves beating,
We for wives and children mourn :
Alas! from hence there's no retreating,

Alas! to them there's no return!

Still the leak is gaining on us,

Both chain pumps are choak'd below;

Heav'n have mercy here upon us!
Only He can fave us now.

On the lee-beam is the land, boys,
Let the guns o'er board be thrown;
To the pumps come ev'ry hand, boys,
See! her mizen-mast is gone.

The leak we've found, it cannot pour fast,
We've lighten'd her a foot or more;
Then up and rig a jury fore-maft,

She's tight, he's tight, boys, wear off shore.

Now, once more, on joys we're thinking,
Since kind Fortune fav'd our lives;
Come, the cann, boys, let's be drinking
To our sweethearts and our wives.

Fill it up, about ship wheel it,
Close to lips the brimmer join.

Where's the tempeft now? who feels it?
None ;-our danger's drown'd in wine.

H

OW happy were my days till now?
I ne'er did forrow feel;

I rofe with joy to milk my cow,
Or take my spinning-wheel.

My heart was lighter than a fly,
Like any bird I fung
Till he pretended love, and I
Believ'd his flattering tongue.

Oh! the fool, the filly, filly fool,
Who trufts what man may be !
I wish I was a maid again,

And in my own country.

YE

E mortals, whom fancies and troubles perplex,
Whom folly mifguides, and infirmities vex;
Whofe lives hardly know what it is to be bleft,
Who rife without joy, and lie down without rest.
Obey the glad fummons, to Lethe repair,

Drink deep of the stream, and forget all your care.

Old maids fhall forget what they wish for in vain,
And
young ones the rover they cannot regain;
The rake fhall forget how last night he was cloy'd,
And Chloe again be with paffion enjoy'd.
Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair,
And drink an oblivion to trouble and care.

The wife, at one draught may forget all her wants, Or drench her fond fool to forget her gallants; The troubled in mind shall go chearful away, And yesterday's wretch be quite happy to-day. Obey then the fummons, to Lethe repair,

Drink deep of the ftream, and forget all your care.

M

AIDENS, let your lovers languish,
If you'd have them conftant prove;
Doubts, and fears, and fighs, and anguish
Are the chains that faften love.
Jockey woo'd, and I confented,

Soon as e'er I heard his tale;
He, with conqueft quite contented,
Boafting, rov'd around the vale.
Maidens, let your lovers, &c.

A

S now my bloom comes on apace,
The swains begin to teaze me;
But two, who claim the foremost place,
Try diff'rent ways to please me.
To judge aright, and chuse the best,
Is not fo foon decided;

When both their merits are exprest
I may be lefs divided.

Palemon's flocks unnumber'd ftray,
He's rich beyond all measure;
Wou'd I but fmile, be kind and gay,
He'd give me all his treasure :
But then, our years so disagree-
So much, as I remember,
It is but May, I'm fure, with me,
With him it is December.

Can I, who scarcely am in bloom,
Let froft and fnow be suing?
'Twould spoil each rip'ning joy to come,
Bring every charm to ruin.

For dress and fhow, to touch my pride,
My little heart is panting;

But then, there's fomething elfe befide,
I foon fhould find was wanting.

Then Colin thou my heart shalt gain,
For thou wilt near deceive me ;