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!
What's decreed by dark Fate

Is not in our own power!
Since To-morrow 's too late,

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 preserved her virgin fame!
She was her father's only joy;
And every Shepherd's flame.
Though many strove,

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;
Yet Nature does strength supply!
Their will is too strong to surrender!
They're obstinate still, till they die!
In vain, you attack them with reason;
Your sorrows you only prolong!
Disputing is always High Treason;
No woman was e'er in the wrong!
Your only relief is to bear!

And when you appear content,
Perhaps, in compassion, the Fair
May persuade herself into consent!

THE mind of a woman can never be known!
You never can guess it aright!

I'll tell you the reason!-She knows not her own;
It changes so often ere night!
'Twould puzzle APOLLO,

Her whimseys to follow;

His oracle would be a jest!
She'll frown, when she 's kind;

Then, quickly you'll find

She'll change with the wind;

And often abuses

The man that she chooses;
And what she refuses,
Likes best!

THERE was an old fellow at Waltham Cross,
Who merrily sung, when he lived by the loss!
He cheered up his heart, when his goods went to rack,
With a 'Hem! Boys! Hem!' and a cup of old Sack.

At night, by moonlight, on the plain,
With rapture have I seen,
Attended by her harmless Train,
The little Fairy Queen,

Her midnight Revels sweetly keep!
While mortals are involved in sleep,
They tripped it o'er the Green!

And where they danced their cheerful Round,
The morning would disclose!
For where their nimble feet do bound,
Each flower unbidden grows!

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!
Shorter were the way to Love!
Unkind commands, when they obey,

We suffer more, much more, than they!
And to rebel, were kinder still;
Than to obey (against our will)!'

STELLA AND FLAVIA.

STELLA and FLAVIA, ev'ry hour,
Unnumbered hearts surprise.
In STELLA'S Soul lies all her power;
And FLAVIA'S, in her eyes.

More boundless FLAVIA'S Conquests are;
And STELLA's more confined.

All can discern a face that 's fair;
But few, a lovely mind.

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!
Each day gives STELLA more!