Let all our Ministers attend our Nod,

And thus perform the Sentence of their Go D;
Put thefe False Men, our Rebel Foes to Flight,
And banish them for ever from our Sight.
Let them unpity'd and despairing Rove,
Nor dare again approach the Court of Love.
On Pain of our Displeasure, none prefume,
Or to defer, or mitigate their Doom.

Giv'n at Our Court, where, wonderful to tell!
Millions and Millions of true Lovers dwell.
See that, at full Our Warrant you obey,
Thus written In the Lufty Month of MAY.

SONG.

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SONG.

I.

Na Bank of Flowe'rs on a Summer's Day,
Inviting and Undreft,

In her bloom of Years bright CELIA lay,
With Love and Sleep oppreft;

When a youthful Swain with admiring Eyes
Wifh'd he might the fair Nymph furprize,
With a fa, la, la, fa, la, fa, but fear'd approaching Spies.

II.

As he gaz'd, a gentle Breeze arofe,

Which fan'd her Robes afide,

And the fleeping Nymph did thofe Charms difclofe
which waking she would hide;

Then his Breath grew fhort, and his Heart beat high,
And he long'd to touch what he chanc'd to fpy,
With a fa, la, &c. but durft not ftill draw nigh.

III. All

7 III.

All amaz'd he ftood with her Beauty fir'd,
And bleft the courteous Wind,

Then whifp'ring, figh'd, and the GODS defir'd
That CELIA might prove kind;

Then with Hopes grown bold he advanc'd amain,
But she laugh'd aloud in a Dream, and again
With a fa, &c. repell'd the tim'rous Swain.

IV.

When once Defires inflame the Soul,

All modeft Doubts withdraw;

And the Go D of Love does thofe Fears controul
Which fhould a Lover awe;

Shall a Prize like this, fays the am'rous Boy,

Escape, and I not the Means imploy,

With a Fa, &c. and feize the proffer'd Joy?

The glowing Youth, to relieve his Pain,
The flumb'ring Maid careft,

And with trembling Hands the filly Swain
Her fnowy Bofome preft,

Then the Nymph awak'd, and affrighted, flew,
Yet look'd and wifh'd he would purfue,

With a Fa, &c. but DAMON miss'd his Cue.

What a dull and ftupid Thing was I

That such a Chance abus'd';

To my Shame it will o'er the Plains be said,
That DAMON a Virgin asleep betray'd,
With a Fa, &c. yet let her go a Maid.

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DESCRIPTION

OF THE

Game at Ombre.

By Mr. POPE.

ELINDA now, whom Thirft of Fame invites,

Burns to encounter two advent'rous Knights

At OMBRE, fingly to decide their Doom, And fwells her Breafts with Conquefts yet to come. Strait the thrée Bands prepare in Arms to join; Each Band the Number of the facred Nine. Soon as the fpreads her Hand, th' Aerial Guard Defcend, and fit on each important Card: