Ev'ry pretty girl I meet,
Sets my heart in such a stir,
That, without the leaft deceit,
I would make ftrong love to her.
Thus fo wav'ring in my mind,
Two girls now at once I woo;
But I've long begun to find
'Tis much more than I can do.
One is Galatea nam'd,
And the other, as you know,
Thetis for her beauty fam'd,
Spoken of where'er you go.
Thetis lives down by the Sea,
Galatea on the Moor;
Thetis talks of fhips to me,
And of things along the fhore.
Galatea, lively lafs!
Speaks of dairies, and of cows,
Of the meadows, and the grafs,
And the crops her father grows;
Of the tuneful woods and fields,
Where the fheep in hundreds ftray,
What their fleece in profit yields,
And the joys of market-day:
Speaks of fhady lanes to me,
With their hedgerows green and gay,
And the Linden trees where we
Often chat an hour away.
Thetis too tells pleafing tales
In the Fishers' homely talk;
How in Greenland they catch whales,-
Charming 'tis with her to walk:
Herring nets to make and mend
Then he tells me how, and I
Long a helping hand to lend,
When the fpreads them out to dry.
Plaice and flounders how they take,-
And how dry them on the fhore;
UNA NON PIGLIA E L'ALTRA LASCIA.
HE WHO SERVES TWO MASTERS
How one man of fish may make
Oft a catch of twenty score:
How they fish with hook and net,
All fo pleafing like and true,
That by her bright eyes of jet
I'm both hook'd and netted too.
Galatea fays that she
Likes no fish, nor those who live
Or by fishing, or the sea,
But the reason fhe won't give.
Galatea's conftant theme
Is her butter and her cheese ;-
"What's your fish compared to cream?
Soles or plaice (fays fhe) to these!"
If I speak of fields and trees,
Or the leaft of farm-things fay,
Thetis' look's enough to freeze,
And she takes her hand away :
If I wear a fisher's dress,
Galatea from me turns,
And, when in farm-clothes, no less,
Thetis all my wooing fpurns.
When my fifher's cap I've on,
Flufhings loofe and jacket rough,
Galatea fays, Begone!
But her look is quite enough!
If in fhepherd's flouch I go,
Thetis, if the chance to fee,
Calls me Boor! and jeers me so,
That all eyes are turn'd on me!
Thus for two long years have I
Chafed this game, and nothing caught;--
Juft as one "who hunts two hares,
Lofes both, and catches naught."
So, Mates, when you wooing go,
Fool is he who my way chooses;
Who at once courts sweethearts two,
Pleases neither, and both lofes !
EHOLD the Bridegroome comes, he takes his way,
Nor Man, nor Angell knowes the houre or day;
He faies, he 'le come, much like a theefe in night,
To judge the world with equity and right;
Angels fhall charge with trumpets founding cleare,
And Chrift as Judge fhall in the clouds appeare ;
The righteous and the wicked fhall arife,
Bodies and Soules, to paffe upon that fize;
He who the oyle of preparation hath,
Whom Chrift fhall find furnish'd with faving faith;
Shall with the bleffed Bridegroome mount on hie,
Mongft Seraphimes triumphing gloriously;
But he who hath no oyle, nor faith at all,
Heavens dreadfull Judge fhall that man curfed call,
And banish him into the pit of hell,
Where with the fiends for ever he must dwell.
OU fay that Ifabella is of fuch furpaffing grace,
So beautiful in form and ev'ry feature of her face;
That you're furpris'd I do not afk her hand at once, as you
Affirm, if you were in my place, you would without ado.
But, Friend, you are mistaken, and you eftimate too high
The beauty of a figure, and the luftre of an eye:
These I admit fhe has, but fomething wanting ftill I find-
Though beautiful in face,-fhe wants the beauty of the mind.
TWO EYES ARE NOT SUFFICIENT
She's like the handfome Monument, to which the fculptor's art
Has given grace and fymmetry to every outward part;
Externally adorn'd with all that most the eye can win,
All outward fhew like that is fhe, but empty all within.
Pay lefs regard to Form and Face, when you felect a wife;
The Beauty of the Mind alone is that which lafts for life.
MISTAKEN Nature here has join'd
A beauteous face and ugly mind;
In vain the faultless features strike,
When soul and body are unlike :
Pity that snowy breast should hide
Deceit and avarice and pride.-POPE.
NAM divinitus interdum, Venerisque sagittis,
Deteriore fit ut formâ muliercula ametur;
Nam facit ipsa suis interdum fœmina factis,
Morigerisque modis, et mundo corpore culta,
Ut facilè insuescat vir secum ducere vitam.-LUCRET.
PLUS aliquid formâ est, plus est oculisque genisque ;
Plus aliquid toto corpore, quidquid amo.-DAN. HEYNSIUS.
SIT procul omne nefas, ut ameris amabilis esto;
Quod tibi non facies, solaque forma dabit.—Ovid.
TEMERARIIS judiciis plena sunt omnia, de quo desperamus subito convertitur, et fit optimus; de quo multum præsumpseramus, deficit et fit pessimus, nec timor noster certus est, nec amor.-AUGUST. de Past.
JUDGE not according to the Appearance, but judge righteous judgment.
THE Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.-1 Sam. xvi. 7.
FAVOUR is deceitful, and Beauty is vain; but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.-Proverbs xxxi. 30.
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