III. By the critical third he was fix'd in the snare; When she found he had merit, and Love took his part, With joy they submitted to Hymen's decree, IV. As the rosebud of beauty soon sickens and fades, FANCY: A SONG IN A PANTOMIME ENTERTAINMENT. I. FANCY leads the fetter'd senses II. Far beyond the bonds of meaning Fancy, wit, and worth disdaining, Gives the prize to Harlequin. 111, If the virgin's false, forgive her; NEWCASTLE BEER. I. WHEN Fame brought the news of Great-Britain's · And told at Olympus each Gallic defeat, [success, Glad Mars sent by Mercury orders express To summon the deities all to a treat: Blithe Comus was plac'd To guide the gay feast, And freely declar'd there was a choice of good cheer; Yet vow'd, to his thinking, For exquisite drinking, Their nectar was nothing to Newcastle Beer. The great God of War, to encourage the fun, Regal'd so before, *Moor's, at the sign of the Sun, Newcastle. With liquor so lively, so potent, and clear, And each deify'd fellow Got jovially mellow, In honour, brave Boys! of our Newcastle Beer. III. Apollo perceiving his talents refine, Repents he drank Helicon water so long; He bow'd, being ask'd by the musical Nine, And gave the gay board an extempore song; But ere he began He toss'd off his cann; There's nought like good liquor the fancy to clear; Then sung with great merit, The flavour and spirit His Godship had found in our Newcastle Beer. IV. 'Twas stingo like this made Alcides so bold; It brac'd up his nerves and enliven'd his pow'rs; And his mystical club, that did wonders of old, Was nothing, my Lads! but such liquor as our's. The horrible crew That Hercules slew, Were Poverty---Calumny---Trouble---and Fear i Such a club would you borrow To drive away sorrow, Apply for a jorum of Newcastle Beer. V. Ye Youngsters! so diffident, languid, and pale, Grow rosy and wise, No longer the jest of good fellows appear; Bid adieu to your folly, Get drunk and be jolly, And smoke o'er a tankard of Newcastle Beer. VI. Ye fanciful Folk! for whom Physic prescribes, No craving for fees, No danger---no doctor---no bailiff---is near; It cures your diseases; There's freedom and health in our Newcastle Beer. HOLYDAY GOWN. I. IN Holyday Gown, and my new-fangled hat, Last Monday I tripp'd to the fair; I held up my head, and I'll tell you for what, He wooes me to marry, whenever we meet ; II. Fond Sue, I'll assure you, laid hold on the boy, A top-knot he bought her, and garters of green, I hate her so much, that to kill her with spleen III. Hehisper'd such soft pretty things in mine ear, Such trinkets he gave me, such laces and geer, Some ballads he bought me, the best he could find, And sweetly their burthen he sung: Good faith, he's so handsome, so witty, and kind, I'd wed---if I were not too young, IV. The sun was just setting, 'twas time to retire; (Our cottage was distant a mile) I rose to be gone---Roger bow'd like a squire, |