In Life's dull round, thus we toil and we sweat! Diseases, Grief, and Pain, An implacable crew, While we double in vain, Unrelenting pursue; Till, quite hunted down, we yield with regret. This moment is ours! Come, live while ye may! Is not in our own power! Take the present kind hour! With Wine cheer the night; as Sports bless the day! SONGS FROM 'THE JOVIAL CREW, 1731. SHE was not coy! She would laugh and toy; Yet none could move, Till STREPHON, young and gay, Inspired her soul with virtuous love; And stole her heart away! THOUGH Women, 'tis true, are but tender; And when you appear content, THE mind of a woman can never be known! I'll tell you the reason!-She knows not her own; Her whimseys to follow; His oracle would be a jest! Then, quickly you'll find She'll change with the wind; And often abuses The man that she chooses; THERE was an old fellow at Waltham Cross, At night, by moonlight, on the plain, Her midnight Revels sweetly keep! And where they danced their cheerful Round, The daisy, fair as Maids in May, The cowslip, in his gold array, And blushing violet, 'rose! 'DID our sighing Lovers know What a pain we undergo; Sweeter would their wooing prove! We suffer more, much more, than they! STELLA AND FLAVIA. STELLA and FLAVIA, ev'ry hour, More boundless FLAVIA'S Conquests are; All can discern a face that 's fair; STELLA, like Britain's Monarch, reigns O'er cultivated lands: Like Eastern tyrants, FLAVIA deigns To rule o'er barren sands. Then boast, fair FLAVIA! boast your face! Your beauty's only store. Your charms will ev'ry day decrease! |