Sitting, hopping, flutt'ring, fing, And yet unfeather'd wait to fly. 'Tis thus, when spring renews the blocd, I learn'd in yonder waving grove. How both support a proper part, My weapon there unfeather'd flies, And shakes and fhuffles through the skies. By which she links you, mind to mind; G ANACREONTI C. AY Bacchus liking Eftcourt's wine, And for the guests that were to dine, The God near Cupid drew his chair, The more to please the sprightly God, And took a waiter's place. C Then Cupid nam'd at every glass A lady of the sky; While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lass, And had it bumper-high. Fat Comus tost his brimmers o'er, They call'd, and drank at every touch; Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung, And Cupid mock'd his ftamm'ring tongue, And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jeft; While Comus call'd his witty plays But waggeries at the best. Such talk foon fet them all at odds; I'd fing ye, how they drunk like gods, And how they fought, like men. To part the fray, the Graces fly, Nay, had the furies felves been nigh, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, gave him back his bow; And But kept fome darts to stir the cup, Jocus took Comus' rofy crown, And thrice, in mirth, he pufh'd him down, Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove, And Venus close embracing Love, And Comus loudly curfing wit, Bacchus and Jocus, ftill behind, For one fresh glass prepare; They kifs, and are exceeding kind, But part in time, whoever hear This our inftructive fong; For tho' fuch friendships may be dear, A FAIRY TALE IN THE ANTIENT ENGLISH STYLE. 'N Britain's ifle and Arthur's days, IN When midnight Faeries daunc'd the maze, Edwin, I wis, a gentle youth, Endow'd with courage, fenfe and truth, His mountain back mote well be faid Yet fpite of all that nature did To make his uncouth form forbid, This creature dar'd to love, |