By such degrees to joy they come,
And are so long withstood,

So slowly they receive the sum,
It hardly does them good.

"Tis cruel to prolong a pain ;
And to defer a joy,

Believe me, gentle Celemene,
Offends the winged boy.

An hundred thousand oaths your
Perhaps would not remove;
And if I gaz'd a thousand years
I could no deeper love.

The Soldier's Catch.

fears

Room, boys, room; room, boys, room;
For from Ireland we come;

We have maul'd the original Tories;
We have baffled the league,

Between Monsieur and Teague,

And eclips'd the grand Lewis his glories.

They all fly in the field,

Their best garrisons yield,

They stand trembling while we take their passes;

Our brave King at our head,

We fear no steel nor lead,

But laugh at their beads and their masses!

If some blood we have spilt,
To compound for the guilt,

In love's camp we will do double duty,
Mankind we'll repair,

With the leave of the fair,

And pay our arrears to true beauty.
The next summer for France,
We will boldly advance,

Our noble redeemer shall lead us;
We will break the slaves' chains,
And drink off their champains,
To the health of that hero that freed us.

He hates Lewis le Grand,

Like a true Englishman,

And ne'er will consent to a treaty,

Till each neighbouring crown

Have what's justly their own,

And the French strike sail when they meet ye.

Since Elizabeth's reign,

No protestant Queen

We have had, but the present God bless her; Since our Edward the fourth,

No brave prince of such worth,

But William his valiant successor..

With a Queen so devout,

And a people so stout,

A parliament that will supply 'em,

A cause that is right,

And a King that will fight,

Our enemies all we defie 'em.

SONG.

Who would not gaze away his heart

On Mariana's eyes,

Did not her high and just disdain
The bold delight chastise?

Mirth and joy she spreads around,
Like the sun's cheerful light,
When his returning beams destroy
The empire of the night.

Her beauty with amazement strikes,
If with no more, the old :
Her virtue tempers with despair
The youthful and the bold.

Her goodness so disarms her wit
Of the offensive part;
Whilst others only charm the ear,
She steals the very heart.

Let us no more defame the fair,
But learn to praise again;
Bright Mariana's worth demands
A new and nobler strain.

So, to the feather'd kind, the spring
Restores their wonted voice;

On every bough they sit and sing,

And court their new-made choice.

SONG.

Hears not my Phillis, how the birds.
Their feather'd mates salute?
They tell their passion in their words;
Must I alone be mute?-

Phillis, without frown or smile,
Sat and knotted all the while.

The god of love in thy bright eyes
Does like a tyrant reign;

But in thy heart a child he lies,

Without his dart or flame.

Phillis, without, &c.

So

many months in silence past,,

And yet in raging love,

Might well deserve one word at last,

My passion should approve.

Phillis, without, &c.

Must then your faithless swain expire,

And not one look obtain,

Which he, to soothe his fond desire,.

Might pleasingly explain?

Phillis, without, &c.

Out of Lycophron.

What shall become of man so wise,

When he dies?

None can tell

Whether he goes to heaven or hell;

Or after a few moments dear,

He disappear,

And at last,

Perish entirely like a beast:

But women, wine, and mirth we know, Are all the joys he has below:

Let us then ply those joys we have,
"Tis vain to think beyond the grave;

Out of our reach the Gods have laid
Of time to come th' event,
And laugh to see the fools afraid,
Of what the knaves invent.

SONG.

See Hymen comes, how his torch blazes?
Looser loves, how dim they burn;

No pleasures equal chaste embraces,
When we love for love return.

When fortune makes the match he

And forsakes th' unequal pair; But when love two hearts engages,

The kind God is ever there.

rages,

Regard not then high blood, nor riches;
You that would his blessings have,
Let untaught love guide all your wishes,
Hymen should be Cupid's slave.

Young virgins that yet bear your passions,
Coldly as the flint its fire,

Offer to Hymen your devotions,
He will warm you with desire.

Young men, no more neglect your duty,
To the god of nuptial vows:

Pay your long arrears to beauty,
As his chaster law allows.