ve;
If in each you'd happy prove,
Without Noise still watch your way;
For in Birding and in Love,
While we talk it flies away.

_A_ SONG.

Must Love, that Tyrant of the Breast,
Have all our Songs, have all our Hours;
Whilst he alone disturbs our Rest,
And with his Cares our Hearts devours,
And with his Cares our Hearts devours:
No more let's blame ignoble Souls,
Who doat on Arbitrary Powers;
Since cruel Love our Wills controuls,
Yet all the World, yet all the World the Toy adores.

For shame let's break the feeble Bonds,
And our old Liberty regain;
Love against Reason seldom stands,
Whenever that sways, its Power is vain:
When Man the prize of Freedom knows,
_Cupid_ is easily out-brav'd;
The Bug-bear only conquers those,
Who fondly seek to be enslav'd.

_The Woman's Complaint to her Neighbour._

[Music]

Good morrow Gossip _Joan_,
Where have you been a Walking?
I have for you at Home,
A Budget full of Talking,
Gossip _Joan_.

My Sparrow's flown away,
And will no more come to me;
I've broke a Glass to Day,
The Price will quite undo me,
Gossip _Joan_.

I've lost a _Harry_ Groat,
Was left me by my Granny;
I cannot find it out,
I've search'd in every Cranny,
Gossip _Joan_.

My Goose has laid away,
I know not what's the Reason;
My Hen has hatch'd to Day,
A Week before the Season,
Gossip _Joan_.

I've lost my Wedding-Ring,
That was made of Silver gilt;
I had Drink would please a King,
And the whorish Cat has spill'd it,
Gossip _Joan_.

My Duck has eat a Snail,
And is not that a Wonder;
The HORNS bud out at Tail,
And have split her Rump asunder,
Gossip _Joan_.

My Pocket is cut off,
That was full of Sugar-candy;
I cannot stop my Cough,
Without a Gill of Brandy,
Gossip _Joan_.

O I am sick at Heart,
Therefore pray give me some Ginger;
I cannot Sneeze or Fart,
Therefore pray put in Finger,
Gossip _Joan_.

O pitty, pitty me,
Or I shall go Distracted;
I have cry'd 'till I can't see,
To think how things are acted,
Gossip _Joan_.

Let's