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What man, in his wits, had not rather be poor,
Than for lucre his freedom to give! Ever busy the means of his life to secure;
And so ever neglecting to live!
Invironed from morning to night in a crowd;
Not a moment unbent, or alone! Constrained to be abject, though never so proud;
And at every one's call but his own!
Still repining, and longing for quiet, each hour;
Yet studiously flying it still ! With the means of enjoying his wish, in his power ;
But accursed with his wanting the will!
For a year must be past, or a day must be come,
Before he has leisure to rest ; He must add to his store, this, or that, pretty sum;
And then will have time to be blest!
But his gains, more bewitching the more they increase,
Only swell the desire of his eye! Such a wretch, let mine enemy live, if he please!
Let not even mine enemy die!
Phillis is lively, brisk, and gay;
And loves the crystal springs, Where she, with Fountain Nymphs does play;
And to DIANA sings.
She roves through sweet ambrosial bowers,
And meekly lives at ease.
And has no Swain to please!
CUPID STRINGING HIS BOW
IN AN IDALIAN MEAD.
HERE, CUPID puffed, and strung his bow; Resolved the Nymphs his power should know. DRUSILLA, this can testify !
For as the Nymph stood peeping by;
To view her wound, bright Venus grieved,
A WANTON Bee, of ancient fame, From Hybla's mountain singing came; And, pleased, he flies through ev'ry field, Where daffs and kingcups odours yield; But lighting on VIRENIA's arm, When Sleep to rest her eyes did charm, He finer sweets does gather there ; Nor would he to his hive repair.
The waking Nymph, surprised to see Th' unusual fondness of the Bee, War to denounce she was afraid, And chose to form an ambuscade. To him a sprig of thyme did shove, A herb that every Bee does love. But he of this no notice took ; At which, with fear the Virgin shook : When, by indulgent Juno sent, A Fountain Nymph to help her went. The sportive Bee then flew away; And bright VIRENIA gained the day.
THERE was an a May, and she lo'ed na men,
'When bonny young JOHNNY came o'er the sea,
'He had a wee Titty that lo'ed na me;
'The day it was set, and the Bridal to be,
'His kin was for ane of a higher degree,
They said, “I had neither cow nor calf,
'The Maiden she was baith willy and slye.
'His bonnet stood ay fu'round on his brow,
'And now, he gaes drooping about the dykes;
' But young for thee as I ha' been,