6 Be warn'd by this, each lowly maid, That lover's suit be still denied, XVII. MY MISTRESS. BY COWPER. 1 YE minor beauties of the night, 2 Ye curious chaunters of the wood, That warble forth dame Nature's lays, Thinking your passions understood By your weak accents, what's your praise When Philomel her voice shall raise? 3 Ye violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known, 4 So, when my mistress does appear, XVIII. THE HAPPY PAIR. FROM THE GOSSIP'S STORY. BY MRS. WEST. 1 Go, daughters of fashion, for pleasure.repine, The joys ye pursue are not equal to mine; Mine center in Henry, and Henry's in me. 2 The rose thrice hath bloom'd on the chaplet of May, Since I bow'd at the altar, and vow'd to obey ; Talk not of restrictions, the band I approve, 'Tis sanction'd by reason, religion, and love. 3 Gay carols the lark as we rise in the morn, And at evening the blackbird chaunts sweet on the thorn, We join in the concert, why should we refrain? Our hearts are as grateful, as lively our strain. 4 We bask in the sunshine which summer supplies, 5 Domestic, yet cheerful, delighted to blend, 6 Tho' shunning the many, wild Comus's crew, For social enjoyment we chuse but a few; Those few round our table shall frequently meet, Sincere be the welcome, and simple the treat. 7 Our boy on my bosom I cherish with pride, XIX. THE WIFE's DITTY. 1 JOHNNY's left me for a while, Let not rains or rushing rills E'er his winding way oppose, Nor piercing winds, nor craggy hills, 2 When the dusk of eve appears, May no will-a-wisp mislead; Sweet refreshing sleep succeed. While from day to day he roves, 3 Her thoughts are with him where he strays, Go where he will, she'll swift pursue, O'er dreary heaths, or peopled ways, She'll have his image still in view.- She'll clasp him to her faithful breast, XX. THE WIFE's INVOCATION. BY GEORGE WITHER. 1 No Joy or Grief can in this Life, More sweet or bitter be, Than, when the Husband and the Wife, Shall well, or ill, agree. 2 Where they shall rightly sympathise, The dearest Friendship grows; But, if, betwixt them, strife arise, They prove the greatest foes. 3 Lord! rectify our hearts, therefore, |