Her Fav'rite Swain by chance came by; She had him quickly in her Eye, Yet when the bashful Boy drew nigh, She wou'd have seem'd afraid, She let her Iv'ry Needle fall, And hurl'd away the twisted Ball; Then gave her _Strephon_ such a call, As wou'd have wak'd the Dead. Dear gentle Youth is't none but thee? With Innocence I dare be free; By so much Trust and Modesty, No Nymph was e'er betray'd, Come lean thy Head upon my Lap, While thy soft Cheeks I stroak and clap; Thou may'st securely take a Nap, Which he poor Fool, obey'd. She saw him Yawn, and heard him Snore, And found him fast a sleep all o're; She sigh'd ---- and cou'd no more, But starting up she said, Such Vertue shou'd rewarded be, For this thy dull Fidelity; I'll trust thee with my Flocks, not me, Pursue thy Grazing Trade. Go milk thy Goats, and Sheer thy Sheep, And watch all Night thy Flocks, to keep; Thou shalt no more be lull'd asleep, By me mistaken Maid. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ Jeremy Clark. [Music] While the Lover is thinking, With my Friend I'll be Drinking And with Vigour pursue my Delight; While the Fool is designing, His fatal confining, With _Bacchus_ I'll spend the whole Night: With the God I'll be Jolly, Without Madness or Folly. Fickle Woman to Marry Implore, Leave my Bottle and Friend, For so Foolish an end, When I do, may I never Drink more. _A Health to the_ TACKERS. [Music] Here's a Health to the Tackers, my Boys, But mine A----se for the Tackers about; May the brave _English_ Spirits come in, And the Knaves and _Fanaticks_ turn out: Since the _Magpyes_ of late, are confounding the State, And wou'd pull our Establishments down; Let us make 'em a Jest, for they Shit in their Nest, And be true to the Church and the Crown. Let us chuse such Parliament Men As have stuck to their Principles tight; And wou'd not their Country betray In the Story of _Ashby_ and _White_: Who care not a T----d, for a _Whig_, or a Lord, That won't see our Accounts fairly stated; For _C----ll_ ne'er fears, the Address of those Peers, Who the Nation of Millions have Cheated. The next thing adviseable is, Since _Schism_ so strangely abounds; To oppose e'ery Man that's set up By _Dissenters_, in Corporate Towns: For _High-Church_, and _Low-Church_, has brought us to no _Church_, And Conscience so bubbl'd the Nation; For who is not still for Conformity Bill, Will be surely a R---- on Occasion. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ ANTHONY YOUNG. [Music] Since _Caelia_ only has the Art, And only she can Captivate, And wanton in my Breast; All other Pleasure I despise, Than what are from my _Caelia's_ Eyes, In her alone I'm blest. Whene'er she Smiles, new Life she gives, And happy, happy who receives, From her Inchanting Breath; Then prithee _Caelia_ smile once more, Since I no longer must adore, For when you frown 'tis Death. _A_ SONG. [Music]