The Rival Deities of Old, A Shepherd chofe, (as I am told) To whom each Goddefs made her Suit No Deities your Aid implore, But Nymphs, in Number, three times four: Relate, nor think me troublesome, What means the BEST in CHRISTENDOM? She Smil'd, fhe blufh'd, and with a Grace, Hung down her Head, and veil'd her Face. From various Things, faid I, arise This fires the Soul, and That the Blood, But, ah! how wide my Task, and far is So curious in Examination, No Part efcap'd his Penetration. But fince my Judgment is requir'd, I'll speak for now I am infpir'd, The The Nymphs so sprightly, blithe and gay, If fo, fays fhe, with fwelling Veins, Then, prithee, take it for thy Pains. SWEET William's Farewel, то Black-Ey'd Sufan A BALLA D. By Mr. GAY. LL in the Downs, the Fleet was Moor'd, Oh! where fhall I my true Love find? Tell me, ye Jovial Sailors, tell me true, If my Sweet William fails, among the Crew. II. William, II. William, who high upon the Yard, Rock'd with the Billows to and fro', Soon as her well-known Voice he heard, He figh'd, and cast his Eyes below: The Cord flides fwiftly thro' his glowing Hands, MI. So the fweet Lark high-pois'd in Air, Shuts clofe his Pinions to his Breast, (If 'chance his Mate's fhrill Call he hear) And drops at once into her Neft. The nobleft Captain in the British Fleet, IV. O Sufan, Sufan, lovely Dear,. My Vows fhall ever true remain, Let me kifs off that falling Tear, We only part to meet again. Change, as ye lift, ye Winds; my Heart fhall fee |