A friend to mankind, all mankind was his friend,-
And the peace of mankind was his ultimate end;
He found fault with none, if none found fault with him,
If his friend had a humour, he humour'd his whim;
If wine was the word, why he bumper'd his glass,-
If love was the topic, he toasted his lass;
But ftill turn'd his back on contention and ftrife,
Refolving to live all the days of his life,
If councils difputed, if councils agreed,
He found fault with neither; for this was his creed,
That let them be guided by folly or sense,
'Twould be femper eadem an hundred years hence.
He thought 'twas unsocial to be mal-content,
If the tide went with him, with the tide too he went;
But ftill turn'd his back on contention and strife,
Refolving to live all the days of his live.
Was the nation at war, he wish'd well to the fword;
If a peace was concluded, a peace was his word,
Difquiet to him, or of body and mind,
Was the longitude only he never could find:
The philofopher's stone was but gravel and pain,
And all who had fought it, had fought it in vain;
He ftill turn'd his back on contention and ftrife
Refolving to live all the days of his life.
Then let us all follow Ariftippus' rules.
And deem his opponents both affes and mules;
Let thofe not contented to lead or to drive,
By the bees of their fect be drove out the hive;
Expelled from the mansions of quiet and ease,
May they never find out the blest art how to please;
While our friends and ourselves, not forgeting our wives,
By thofe maxims may live all the days of our lives.
WHEN IN WAR ON THE OCEAN.
WHEN in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe,
Though with ardour for conqueft our bofoms may glow,
Let us fee on their veffels Old England's flag wave,
They fhall find British failors but conquer to fave.
And now their pale enfigns we view from afar,
With three cheers they are welcom'd by each British tar
Whilft the genius of Britain ftill bids us advance,
And our guns hurl in thunder defiance to France.
But mark our laft broadfide! fhe finks, down fhe goes, Quickly mann all our boats, they no longer are foes, To fnatch a brave fellow from a watʼry grave,
Is worthy a Briton who conquers to fave.
YOU GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND.
YOU gentlemen of England,
That live at home at eafe,
Ah! little do think upon
The dangers of the feas.
Give ear unto the mariners,
And they will plainly fhow,
All the cares and the fears
When the ftormy winds do blow.
When the ftormy winds, &c.
If enemies oppofe us
When England is at war,
With any foreign nation
We fear not wound nor fcar, Our roaring guns shall teach 'em Our valour for to know,
Whilft they reel on their keel, When the stormy winds do blow.
When the formy winds, &c.
Then courage all brave mariners,
And never be difmay'd,
Whilft we have bold adventurers,
We ne'er fhall want a trade.
Our merchants will employ us,
To fetch them gold we know,
Then be bold, work for gold,
When the ftormy winds do blow.
When the ftormy winds, &c.-
Then here's a health to NELSON,
And to his gallant tars,
Long may thefe British heroes bold,
Defpife both wounds and fcars,
Make France, and Spain, and Holland,
And all their foes to know,
Britain reigns o'er the main,
While the stormy winds do blow!
While the ftormy winds, &c.
THREE YEARS A SAILOR'S LIFE I LED
THREE years a failor's life I led,
And plough'd the roaring sea;
For why her foes fhould England dread,
Whilft all her fons are free.
From France and Spain to earn my bread
I thought it far dy'c fee,
And if a shot had ta'en my head,
Why there's an end of me.
A medicine fure for grief and care,
I fteer'd my course to find,
Thenceforth an easy fail to bear,
And run before the wind.
Their conj'ring fkill let doctors boast;
And noftrums of their fhop,
Where'er we fearch from coaft to coaft
There's none like the golden drop.
For gold we fail the world around,
And dare the tempests rage;
For when the sparklers once are found,
They ev'ry ill affuage.
"Twixt Jew and Chriftian, not a fig
Of diff'rence here we find,
The Jew no loathing has to pig,
If 'tis of the guinea kind.
OF all what ftrive to live and thrive,
And by cunning to over-reach man;
Whether trade ben dead or trade ben alive,
De beft trade of all is Dieftman.
Vorld he fish vat he can get,
But all ben fish in the Dieftman's net,
Ik ben liderlick, du bist liderlick, a lay te
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