Let Gallia mourn th' infulting foe!
Who fees by all the winds that blow
Her treasures wafted to the coast
She infolently deem'd was lost.

ATR. Mr. DYNE.

Yon fun, that with meridian ray
Now gilds the confecrated day,

When Britain breathes her annual vow
For him, the guardian of her laws,
For him, who in her facred caufe

Bids the red bolt of vengeance glow.

AIR. Mr. BELLAMY. That very fun, when Ganges stream Redden'd beneath his rifing beam, Saw Britain's banners wave In Eastern air, with honeft pride, O'er vanquish'd forts, which Gallia try'd, But try'd in vain to fave.

DUETT. Mr. Wood, and Master AYR

ΤΟΝ.

That very fun, e'er ev'ning dew
Has dimm'd his radiant orb, will view

Where Lucia's mountains tow'r on high,
And seem to prop the Western sky,
That oft-contefted island own
Allegiance to the British throne.

CHORUS.

Like her own oak, the foreft's king,

Tho' Britain feels the blows around, Ev'n from the fteel's inflictive fting New force the gains, new fcyons fpring, And flourish from the wound.

To NANCY.

I.

behold the long delay'd,

The promis'd tribute come;
True to my ever blooming maid
No more abroad I roam.

II.

No more I hear those idle tales

Which faishood lov'd to frame; 'Tis juftice calls, 'tis truth prevails, And I have been to blame.

III Forgive me if I was deceiv'd By flatt'ry's fpecious lore; Forgive me if I thofe believ'd

Who now are heard no more.

The flocks and herds with pleasure see,
The lambkins how they play,
And all in fportive jubile

Proclaim the fird of May.

The fhrubs and trees their annual green
Begin fer to difplay, "

And nature in her prime is feen

When comes the first of May.

'Tis then he's pleas'd, 'tis then the fimiles,
We view her bright and gay,
O bleed era which beguiles
Our care-the first of May!

E'en ruic nymphs in javial throng
Forget their cares to day,
And celebrate with dance and fong-
The new-born first of May.

See bu how chearfully they prance,
And trip the mazy way!

Behold how deck'd out for the dance,
To honour first of May!

Come then, my Silvia, come with me,
No longer make delay;
Come view the fweet Felicity

That crowns the first of May."

Should't thou appear, fair excellence,
And crouds but thee furvey,
Charm'd with thy beaming innocence
Forget the first of May.

Ard will no longer garlands wear

In honour of the day,

But hail thee miftrefs of the year,
And crown thee queen of May.

For thee their off rings they will bring,
To thee their homage pay,
And when appears each annual spring,
Announce the queen of May.

INVOCATION to SILVIA. Occafioned by a call on May-Morning, before he had quitted the fort invicing Arms of fweet Repole.

TAKE, gentle Silvia, wake and fee

WThe beauteous dawn of day;

Shake Morpheus off, and join with me
To hail the first of May."

Behold the crimson blushing morn,
How clad in grand array!
And Phabus golden beams adorn
The lovely firit of May.

Hark! how the little warbler's note

Perch'd on yon verdant fpray;

In fwee eft mafures fwells its threat-
To welcome first of May.

'Twixt fair and forms how short the space,
Too oft, alas with human race,
The parallel is true;"
When with profp ruy clare,
Some unexpected ftroke of fate
Brings mifery to view.

IV.

In friendship oft it does appear

The friends we thought were most sincere
By motives bate are sway'd;

If wealthy, they to ferue us prefs,
But if o'ertaken by diftrefs,

We are by them betray'd.

V.

A PASTORAL.

S Chloe fat the other day

O'erwhelm d with grief for Colin's tay, A limpid ftream ran smoothly by, And whisper'd Chloe, Chloe, fye!"

The birds around fo fweetly fung, That all the grove with mufic rung; The friky lambkins wanton play'd, All in their fleecy robes array'd.

All nature bloom'd in rich array, And ev'ry feene' proclaim'd it May; The gentle zephyrs wav'd each blade, And wafted fragrance to the maid;

Whole bofom heav'd a throbbing figh, And tears rap trickling from each eye; Who vow'd and vow'd the youth he'd fcold When next his face the did behold,

E'er long the lovely Colin came, And Chloe quite forgot to blame; Their balmy next entwine,

"Ye gods!" he cry'd, make Chloe mine!"

How merry, then, they pafe'd the day,
In joy, in mirth, in am'rous play,
And the next morn to church they hied,
Where Chloe reign'd the happy bride.

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Hence the rude man first beauty saw,
And bleft the dear and genuine law
That faculd his will fubfide;
Love taught him how to mix respect,
T' enforce his words, his thoughts direct,
And was his fov'reign guide. ·

By thought infpir'd, by fight fecur'd,
In vifion fought, by time matur'd,
The palion (pread its fway;
Poffeffion call'd its beauties forth,
Fruition fignaliz'd its worth,
And did its power display.
When vice his innocence abforpt,
And a 1 his paffions were corrupt,

Love ftill remain'd the fame;
Kind heaven forgot to be fevere,
And foften'd condemnation here,
His mercy to proclaim.

To palliate all th' effects of fin,
He left a paradice within,

An Eden of the mind;
Corruption tainted ev'ry part,
And feiz'd on all things but the heart,
The beft was ftill behind.

Beauty, the flaming fword, arose, *.
Atonce to threaten, and disclofe
An entrance into blis;-
He left the bleflings of a wife,
To man a fecond tree of life,
The tempting fruit a kifs.

care,

Obferves that Betty juftly plaits her hair ; O'er Corin's fermons there the feems to weep. While John, her lap-dog's gently footh'd to sleep.

The circling fun muft whisper thefe alarms, « As feasons feet, fo pass away thy charms;" When frugal nature will no longer blefs, She glares in all the luxury of dress.

Folly triumphant fits in regal state, While flutt'ring beaux around the female wait; Fix'd, at a lofty mark fhe dare affail, They whifper fcandal's hesitating tale.

Camilla thus thro' life's perplexing maze, On folly's bafe her tranfient pleafures ra fe; Trifles excepted, all remain at reft, For ferious thoughts could ne'er difturb her breaft.

No-could reflection animate her foul, In vanity no more her years would roll; Had fympathetic pow'rs impregn'd her mind, To lovely Flora fhe had still been kind.

At her approach heav'n's brighter rays de

Go

fweet Hannah, thy lov'd muse exert,

Nor be thy mind by meddling critics hurt, Who, confcious of thy worth and high-priz'd

Whose lays do heav'nly Virtue's path pursue. Let SHERIDAN and MORE their lays unite,

Melpomene's, Thalia's fole delight,
Then fhall we fee that stage revive, sweet
RICK play'd.
For which a SHAKESPEARE wrote, a GAR-

maid!

T. B****s.

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