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Thy charms no more engage;

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But I pray you both forbear,

Sure I am all over fcratches!

That your curious hands muft place,

Such odd fpots upon my face

With your pencils, paint, and patches.

How I totter in my gait,

From a dress of so much weight,

With my robe too dangling after;

Could my COLIN now but fee

What a thing they've made of me,
Oh he'd split his fides with laughter.

AIR X.

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Nor fcorch'd by funs, nor kill'd by fhade,

Shall blush with less inconftant hue,

Which art at pleasure can renew.

WHEN late a fimple ruftic lafs,

I rov'd without restraint,
A ftream was all my looking-glafs,
And health my only paint.

The charms I boaft, (alas! how few!)
I gave to Nature's care,

As Vice ne'er spoilt their native hue
They could not want repair.

AIR XII.

HOW ftrange the mode which truth neglects,

And refts all beauty in defects!

But we by homely nature taught,

Though rude in fpeech are plain in thought.

AIR XIII.

FOR various purpose ferves the Fan,

As thus - a decent blind,

Between the sticks to peep at man,
Nor yet betray your mind.

Each action has a meaning plain,
Refentment's in the fnap,

A flirt expreffes ftrong difdain,
Confent a gentle tap.

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'Tis Folly's fcepter first defign'd

By Love's capricious boy,

Who knows how lightly all mankind
Are govern'd by a toy.

IF tyrant Love with cruel dart
Transfix the maiden's tender heart,
Of eafy faith and fond belief,
She hugs the dart, and aids the thief.

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Neglected, loving, and forlorn;
She finds, while grief, her bofom ftings,
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AIR XV.

ALONG your verdant lowly vale
Calm Zephyr breathes a gentle gale,
But rustling through the lofty trees
It fwells beyond the peaceful breeze.

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Thus free from Envy's poifon'd dart,
You boast a pure unruffled heart.
While jarring thoughts our peace deform,

And swell our paffions to a storm.

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THO' my drefs, as my manners, is fimple and plain,
A rafcal I hate, and a knave I difdain;

My dealings are juft, and my confcience is clear,
And I'm richer than thofe who have thousands a year.

Tho' bent down with age and for fporting uncouth,
I feel no remorfe from the follies of youth;
I ftill tell my tale, and rejoice in my fong,
And my boys think my life not a moment too long.

Let the courtiers, thofe dealers in grin and grimace.
Creep under, dance over, for title or place;

Above all the titles that flow from a throne, ¿A That of honeft I prize, and that title's my own.

AIR XVI

FROM flow'r to flow'r the butterfly,

O'er fields or gardens ranging,

Sips fweets from each, and flutters by, divid

And all his life is changing.

Thus roving man new objects fway,

By various charms delighted, While she who pleases moft to-day To-morrow fhall be flighted.

AIR XVII.

WHEN far from Fashion's gilded scene
I breath'd my native air,

My thoughts were calm, my mind ferene,
No doubtings harbour'd there.

But now no more myself I find.
Distraction rends my breast;

Whilft hopes and fears disturb my mind,
And murder all my rest.