FOR ever, Fortune! wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love,
nd when we meet a mutual heart,
ome in between, and bid us part?
id us sigh on from day to day,
nd wish, and wish the soul away,
ill youth and genial years are flown,
nd all the life of love is gone?
ut busy, busy, still art thou,
a bind the loveless, joyless vow,
he heart from pleasure to delude,
join the gentle to the rude.

or once, O Fortune! hear my pray'r,
nd I absolve thy future care;
Il other blessings I resign,

ake but the dear Amanda mine.

[head.

id would draw for a groat ev'ry tooth in your
hat annoy'd other folks never spoil'd his re-
pose,
[fell or rose:
was the same thing to him whether stocks
or a blast and for mildew he car'd not a pin;
is crops never fail'd, for they grew on the
chin.

nvex'd by the cares that ambition and state has,
ont ented he din'd on his daily potatoes;
nd the pence that he earn'd by excision of
bristle

Vere nightly devoted to whetting his whistle.
Then copper ran low he made light of the
Platter,

matter,

rank his purl upon tick at the old Pewter ead the news, and as deep in the secret appear'd

s if he had lather'd the minister's beard.

ut Cupid, who trims men of every station, and 'twixt barbers and beaux makes no discrimination,

Would not let this superlative shaver alone, ill he tried if his heart was as hard as his hone. 'he fair one whose charms did the Barber enthral,

are told,

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"sot

Other fish I have got, Mr. Tonsor, to fry: Holborn-bridge and Blackfriars my triumphs " can tell, [the bell; From Billingsgate beauties I've long borne Nay, tripemen and fishmongers vie for my. [penny shaver? Then d'ye think I'll take up wth a two"Let dory, or turbot the sov'reign of fish, Check by jowl with red-herring be serv'd in

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"favour

"one dish;

And to Billingsgate market no longer repair,
But himself all her business would do to a hair.
Her smiles, he asserted, would melt even rocks,
Nay, the fire of he, eyes would consume bar-
bers' blocks,

at the end of Fleet-market, of fish kept a stall,
As red as her cheek was no lobster e'er seen,
Sot an eel that she sold was so soft as her skin.
by love strange effects have been wrought, we
[cold;
n all countries and climates, hot, temp'rate, or
I hus the heart of our Barber love scorch'd like
a coal,
Τροία
Tho' 'tis very well known he liv'd under the
First, he courted his charmer in sorrowful fa-le
[sion:
And lied like a lawyer to move her compas-

shion,

On insensible objects bestow animation,
And give to old periwigs regeneration.
With fair speeches cajol'd, as you'd tickle a
[hold out:
Gainst the Barber the Fish-wife no more could
applied the right bait, and with flattery he
caught her:

trout.

Without flatt'ry a female's a fish out of water. 3 P4

The

The state of her heart when the Barber once, Awake! she cried, tin trae ime calls,

guess'd,

Love's singe with redoubled exertion he press'd;
And as briskly bestirr'd him, the charmer em-

bracing,

[bason. As the wash-ball that dances and froths in his

The flame to allay that their bosoms did so
burn,
[Holborn,
They set out for the church of St. Andrew in
Where tonsors and trails country Dicks and
their cousins,

In the halter of wedlock are tied up by dozens.

The nuptials to grace, came from every quarter
The worthies at Rag-fair old caxons wlio bar-
[nobs
Who the coverings of judges and counsellors!
Cut down into majors, queus, scratches, and
bobs:

Muscle-mongers and oyster-mea, crimps and
coolheavers,
[cleavers ;
And butchers with marrow-bones suiting their
Shrimp-scaliers and bug-Lillers, taylors and,
telers,
[ding boilers.
Boys, botchers, Lawds, bailiffs, and black pud-
From their voices united such melody flow'd,
As the Abbey ne'er witness'd, nor Tott'nham
Court road;
[o clear ring,
While St. Andrew's brave belle did so loud and
You'd have given ten pounds to 've been out,
of their hearing.

For his fee-when the parson this couple had
join'd,

Come from her MIDDLENĖ;
Now let thy pay at the ad
Thy love refusa 16 sate:
This is the dark and fearful bear
When injur'd ghosts compras:
Now dreary graves give up their dead,
To haunt the fasthless swain.
Bethink thee, William, of thy fault,
Thy pledge, and broken math,
And give me back my troth.
And give me back my maiden row,
How could you say my face was fair,
And yet that face forsake?
How could you win my virgin heart,
Yet leave that heart to breas?
How could you promise love to me,
And not that promise keep?
Why did you swear my eyes were brigi,
Yet leave those eyes to weep?
How could you say me lip was sweet,
And made the scarlet pale?
And why did I, young, witless mail,
Believe the flattering tale?

That face, alas! no more is tair,

That lip no longer red;
Dark are my eves, now clos'd in death,
And every charm is fied.

The hungry worm my sister is;
And cold and weary lasts cur night
This winding-sheet I wear;*
Till that last morn appear.

Asno cash was forthcoming, he took it in kind:
So the bridegroom dismazued his rev'rence's, But hark! the cock has warn'd me her

[and gin.

chin, And the bride entertain' him with pilchards

$135. Williart and Margaret.
WHEN all was wrapt in dark midnight,
And all were fast asleep,
In glided Margaret's grimly ghost,
And stood at William's feet.
Her face was like the April morn,
Clad in a wintry cloud;
And clay-cold was her lily-hand,
That held the sable shroud.

So shall the fairest face appear

When youth and years are flown;
Such is the robe that kings must wear
When death has reft their crown.
Her bloom was like the springing flow'r
That sips the silver dew;

The rose was budded in her cheek, -
And opening to the view.

But Love had, like the canker worm,
Consum'd her early prime;

The rose grew pale, and left her check;
She died before her time.

A long and last adien!
Come see, false man! how low she la,
That died for love of you.

Now birds did sing, and morning swir

And shew her glittering head;
Pale William shook in every limb,
Then, raving, left his bed.
He hied him to the fatal plece

Where Margret's body lay,
And stretch'd him on the green grass turi
That wrapt her breathless cky:

And thrice he cal'd on Margret's Dan's,
And thrice he wept full sore;
Then laid his cheek to the cold carth,
And word spoke never more.

$137. Lucy and Colin.
OF Leinster, far'd for maidens fair,
Bright Lucy was the grace:
Nor e'er did Liffy's limpid stream
Reflect so fair a face;

Till luckless love, and pining care,
Impair'd her rosy hue,

Her coral lips and damask checks,
And eyes of glossy blue.

About sous, heaven, meat and such. LAT, Yet want in enosti cas worth sendte. And, as oberst what im belten Late

Wug, 'twas just all as out as n ́ga Duch. But he said how a sparrow can't founder, dye

Without orders that comes down below, And mansfire th wellary to mÆ,,

That Praidence takes us in tow.
For, rauche, damnu minime, let rooms e30
s of sal ons shack, Toft
There's a sweet lite enerub that site up aloft
To keep wach for the life of poor Jack
1- to our Pell, for make the would cry,
When last we velgad anchor for sea,
What argufies sniv, ag, and piping your eye?
Why, what a damn'd fool you mast be!
Can't you see the world's wide, and there's
room for us all,

Both for seamen and 'ubbers ashore?
And if to old Davy I should go, friend Poll,

Why, you never will hear of me more.

The world, tha

He views from a retreat XR.

Tem, travler, one a od crop beton,

Aragats it witam

Twere pack MIG DAT brate: Nought ever tank the heart to cor

What then? all's a hazard: come, don't be so
Perhaps I may laughing come back; [soft,
For, d've see, there's a cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of Poor Jack.
L'ye u.'nd me, a sailor should be every inch
All as one as a piece of the ship,
And with her brave the world without offering
to fluch,

From the moment the anchor's a-trip.
As for me, in all weathers, all times, sides and.
ends,

Nought's a trouble from duty that springs, For my neart is my Poli's, and my thino's my friend's,

And as for my life, 'tis the king's.
Even when my time comes, ne'er believe me,
so soft

As for grief to be taken aback:
That same little cherub that sits up aloft

Will look out a good birth for Poor Jack.

Like the tear 1.31 bedews a sciome

Bu tür some.

6:42. WHAT 2h from Venus Cupite

No attribute drive

Whate'er the towing birds bare sin
Had Le, his bow all Boremas strang
And dipt his darts in wine :
Till old Silencs plang the boy

In nectar from the vine,
Then love, that was before a tor,
Became the source of mortal joy;
The urchin shook his dewy wings,
And careless level'd clowns and king

Such power has mighty wine!
When Theseus on the naked shore
Fair Ariadne left,

D'ye think she did her fate deplore,
Or her fine locks or bosom tore,

Like one of hope bereft?
Not she, indeed. Her fleeting love
From mortal turns divine;
And as gay Bacchus' tigers move,
His car ascends amidst a grove
Of vines, surrounded by a throng,
Who lead the jolly pair along,

Almost half gone with wine.
Ma'am Helen lov'd the Phrygian be,

He thought her all his own:
But hottest love will soonest cloy,
He ne'er had brought her safe to Try
But for the wife of Thone.
She, merry gossip, mix'd a cup

Of tipple, right divine,
To keep love's flagging spirits up,
And Helen drank it every sup;