6 Be warn'd by this, each lowly maid, 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, 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, And count, fertile autumn! thy exquisite dies; No terror in ice-mantled winter we see, A book and a song still can conquer ennui. 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, gay. E'er his winding way oppose, 2 When the dusk of eve appears, 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.— And when her Johnny comes to rest, And counts his tedious travels o'er, She'll clasp him to her faithful breast, He's come to leave his love no more. 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, |