Sees not an object half fo bright,

Nor gives fuch joy, fuch life, fuch light,
As dear delicious HARRIOT.

II.

Pedants of dull phlegmatic turns,

Whofe pulfe not beats, whofe blood not burns,
Read Malebranche, Boyle and Marriot;

I fcorn their philofophic ftrife,

And study nature from the life,

(Where most she fhines) in HARRIOT.
III.

When the admits another wooer,

I rave like Shakespeare's jealous Moor,
And am as raging Barry hot.
True, virtuous, lovely, was his dove,
But virtue, beauty, truth and love,

Are other names for HARRIOT.

IV.

Ye factious members who oppofe,
And tire both Houses with your prose,

Tho' never can ye carry aught;

You might command the nation's sense,
And without bribery convince,

Had ye the voice of HARRIOT.

V.

You of the mufic common weal,

Who borrow, beg, compose, or steal,

Cantata, air, or ariet;

You'd burn your cumb'rous works in fcore,

And fing, compofe, and play no more,
If once you heard my HARRIOT.

VI.

Were there a wretch who dar'd effay,
Such wondrous sweetness to betray
I'd call him an lfcariot;

But her e'en fatire can't annoy,
So ftrictly chafte, but kindly coy,
Is fair angelic HARRIOT.

VII.

While fultans, emperors, and kings,
(Mean appetite of earthly things)
In all the wafte of war riot;

Love's fofter duel be my aim,
Praise, honour, glory, conqueft, fame,
Are center'd all in HARRIOT.

VIII.

I fwear by Hymen and the pow'rs
That haunt Love's ever blushing bow'rs,
So fweet a nymph to marry ought;

Then may I hug her filken yoke,
And give the laft, the final ftroke,

T'accomplish lovely HARRIOT.

To

To JENNY

GRAY.

XII.

I.

BALLAD

BRING, Phoebus, from Parnassian bow'r,s

A chaplet of poetic flowers,

That far out bloom the May;

Bring verse so smooth, and thoughts fo free,
And all the Mufes heraldry,

To blazon JENNY GRAY.

II.

Obferve yon almond's rich perfume,
Prefenting Spring with early bloom,
In ruddy tints how gay !

Thus, foremost of the blufhing fair,
With fuch a blithfome, buxom air,
Blooms lovely JENNY GRAY.

III.

The merry, chirping, plumy throng,
The bushes and the twigs among
That pipe the fylvan lay,

All hufh'd at her delightful voice

In filent extacy rejoice,

And study JENNY GRAY.

IV.

Ye balmy odour-breathing gales,

That lightly fweep the green robed vales,

And in each rofe-bush play;

VOL. II.]

E

I know

I know you all, you're arrant cheats,

And fteal your more than natural sweets,
From lovely JENNY GRAY.

V.

Pomona and that Goddess bright,
The florist's and the maids delight,
In vain their charms display;
The luscious nectarine, juicy peach,
In richness, nor in fweetnefs reach
The lips of JENNY GRAY.

VI.

To the fweet knot of Graces three,
Th' immortal band of bards agree,
A tuneful tax to pay;

There yet remains a matchlefs worth,
There yet remains a lovelier fourth,
And he is JENNY GRAY.

To Mifs KITTY BENNET and her Cat Crop.

FULL

BALLAD XIII.

I.

ULL many a heart, that now is free, May fhortly, fair one, beat for thee,

And court thy pleasing chain;

Then prudent hear a friend's advice,
And learn to guard, by conduct nice,

The conquefts you fhall gain.

II.

When Tabby Tom your Crop pursues,
How many a bite, and many a bruise
The amorous Swain endures ?
E'er yet one favouring glance he catch,
What frequent fqualls, how many a scratch
His tenderness procures ?

III.

Tho' this, 'tis own'd, be somewhat rude,
And Pufs by nature be a prude,

Yet hence you may improve;
By decent pride, and dint of fcoff,
Keep caterwauling coxcombs off,

And ward th' attacks of love.

IV.

Your Crop a moufing when you fee,
She teaches you œconomy,

Which makes the pot to boil:

And when the plays with what she gains,
She fhews you pleasure fprings from pains,
And mirth's the fruit of toil.