M A SONG of SIMILIES. Y passion is as mustard strong; Drunk as a piper all day long; Round as a hoop the bumpers flow; Pert as a pear-monger I'd be, Like a stuck pig I gaping ftare, Plump as a partridge was I known, My cheeks as fat as butter grown, I melancholy as a cat, Hard is her heart as flint or stone; The god of love, at her approach, Hearts found as any bell or roach, Ah me! as thick as hops or hail, Strait as my leg her shape appears; As fine as five-pence is her mien, And not the fun is brighter. As As foft as pap her kiffes are, As smooth as glass, as white as curds, Sharp as a needle are her words; Brisk as a body-loufe fhe trips; Sweet as a rose her breath and lips; Full as an egg was I with glee, And happy as a king; Good lack! how all men envy'd me! She lov'd like any thing. But falfe as hell, fhe, like the wind, Chang'd, as her fex must do, Tho' seeming as the turtle kind, And as the gospel true. If I and Molly cou'd agree, Let who wou'd take Peru; Great as an emp'ror fhou'd I be, Till you grow tender`as a chick, Let us like burs together stick, You'll know me truer than a die, Sure as a gun, fhe'll drop a tear, N° The Ardent LOVER. o, no, I ne'er fhall love thee less, So faft thy blooming charms increase, Yet muft I, fate, like bufy flies, The M* The SNAKE in the GRASS. y heart inclines your chains to wear, I love that angel's face, but fear Your eyes discharge the darts of love; And love a fire indeed? The fly about the candle gay His pleasure proves his doom. The child, in fuch fimplicity, prove, VOL. IV. L LOVE |