She's tall and flender, She's foft and tender; Then ceafe, ye fages, Our minds are free: TH The INFERENCE. HE cares of lovers, their alarms, Their fighs, their tears, have pow'rful charms: And if fo fweet their torment is, Ye gods! how ravishing the blifs! The I The Diftrefs'd SHEPHERD. Aм a poor fhepherd undone, And cannot be cur'd by art, For a nymph as bright as the fun Has ftole away my heart; And how to get it again There's none but fhe can tell, To cure me of my pain, By faying she loves me well; And alas! poor hepherd, alack, and a well-a-day, If to love fhe cou'd not incline, I told her I'd die in an hour; To die, fays fhe, 'tis in thine, But to love 'tis not in my power: I ask'd her the reason why She cou'd not of me approve? She faid, "Twas a task too hard, To give any reafon for love; And alas! poor Shepherd, alack, and a well-a-day, She She ask'd me of my estate; In old king Harry's groats; And alas! poor fhepherd, alack, and a well-a-day, A" Charming STREP HON. H! Strephon, charming youth, forbear Thy eyes thy language well may fpare, · One dart enough can move ; Thro' every vein each glance like light'ning flies, And all relief to yielding love denies. Oh! ccafe with fighs to wound my foul, Or prefs me with thy hand; Who can the kindling fire controul, The tender force withstand? For fhe that hears thy voice, and fees thy eyes, The A The Provident DAMSEL. s fidlers and archers, who cunningly know Will always provide them two ftrings to their bow, So likewife the provident damfel fhou'd do, Thus arm'd against chance, and fecure of fupply, One fpark, for our fport, we may jilt and fet by; IN The DOCTOR'S DAUGHTER. N London town there liv'd, well known, A daughter fair was all his care, The The doctor bent with full intent, A neighb'ring fpark, a lawyer's clerk, The doctor he wou'd not agree, Alas! and more the pity: The 'fquire addrefs'd, the doctor prefs'd, The lover flew, when this he knew, And runs away with Kitty: Thus foon, my love, I hope to prove The |