From the towering eagle's plume The generous hearts accept their doom: Shot by the peacock's painted eye, By which she links you mind to mind, And strike from both, through both your hearts, ANACRE ANACREONTI C. GAY Bacchus, liking Eftcourt's wine, A noble meal bespoke us; And for the guests that were to dine, The God near Cupid drew his chair, The more to please the sprightly God, Then Cupid nam'd at every glass A lady of the sky; While Bacchus fwore he'd drink the lafs, Fat Comus toft his brimmers o'er, And always got the moft; Jocus took care to fill him more, Whene'er he mifs'd the toast. They call'd, and drank at every touch; He fill'd and drank again ; And if the Gods can take too much, 'Tis faid, they did fo then. C 2 * A celebrated comedian and tavern-keeper. Gay Gay Bacchus little Cupid ftung, By reckoning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his ftammering tongue, And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jest; While Comus call'd his witty plays Such talk foon fet them all at odds; I'd fing ye, how they drank like Gods, To part the fray, the Graces fly, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, And gave him back his bow Jocus took Comus' rofy crown, And thrice, in mirth, he push'd him down, Then Cupid fought the myrtle grove, And Venus clofe embracing Love, They join'd to rail at wine. And And Comus loudly curfing wit, Roll'd off to fome retreat; Bacchus and Jocus ftill behind, They kifs, and are exceeding kind, But part in time, whoever hear This our inftructive fong; : For though fuch friendships may be dear, A FAIRY TALE.. IN THE ANCIENT ENGLISH STILE. N Britain's ifle, and Arthur's days, IN When midnight Fairies daunc'd thẻ maze, Liv'd Edwin of the Green; 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. He felt the charms of Edith's eyes, But one Sir Topaz dress'd with art, Edwin, if right I read my song, 'T was near an old enchanted court, His heart was drear, his hope was cross'd, But fcant he lays him on the floor, And, trembling, rocks the ground: On all the walls around. Now founding tongues affail his ear, And now the founds increafe: And |