HARRY CAREY'S GENERAL REPLY TO THE LIBELLING GENTRY WHO ARE ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE. With an honest old friend, and a merry old Song, I envy no mortal tho' ever so great, Nor scorn I a wretch for his lowly estate: Then dare to be generous, dauntless and gay, GOOD REASON FOR LOVING. VOL. I. HARRY CAREY. Saw you the nymph whom I adore? So many charms around her shine, Who can the sweet temptation fly? N A DITHYRAMBICK FOR TWO VOICES. HARRY CAREY. Cupid no more shall give me grief, Celia, thy scorn I now despise, Thy boasted empire I disown, This takes the brightness from thine eyesAnd makes it sparkle in my own. THE MAID'S PETITION. HARRY CAREY. Cruel Creature! can you leave me, False ungrateful thus to woo me, Then to scorn and tyrannize. Shall I send to Heav'n my pray'r, Cupid! pity my condition, Pierce this unrelenting swain! Hear a tender Maid's petition, And restore my love again. THE GROVES, THE PLAINS. HARRY CAREY. The groves, the plains, The silver stream, the cooling shade, All, all declare How false you are, How many hearts you have betray'd. Ungrateful go, Too well I know, Your fatal, false deluding art; To every she, As well as me, You make an offering of your heart. LOVE WITHOUT ALLAY. HARRY CAREY. Gazing on my idol treasure, Ev'ry motion, ev'ry feature, Shines with some peculiar grace, Never sure was human creature, Blest with such an angel's face. LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE. HARRY CAREY. I'll range around the shady bowers, When, in the sultry heat of day, And drain the floods but she shall drink. At night to rest her weary head, And while dissolv'd in sleep she lies, And then as soon as cheerful day, Thus will I spend the day and night— But if the nymph whom thus I love, And never think of woman more. FROM THE COURT TO THE COTTAGE. HARRY CAREY. From the court to the cottage convey me away, And pomp Make life in a circle of hurry decay. without pleasure, gay: Far remote and retir'd from the noise of the town, I'll exchange my brocade for a plain russet gown; My friends shall be few, But well chosen and true, And sweet recreation our evening shall crown. With a rural repast, (a rich banquet for me) Shall afford me my drink, And temperance my friendly physician shall be. Ever calm and serene, with contentment still blest, Or repine at Death's stroke, But retire from the world as I would to my rest. |