1721.

CUPID THROWN INTO THE SOUTH SEA.

MYRTILLA, as like Venus' fell,

As e'er an egg was like anither, Ance Cupid met upon the Mall,

And took her for his bonny mither.

He wing'd his way up to her breast:
She started; he cry'd, "Mam, 'tis me.
The beauty, in o'er rafh a jeft,

Flang the arch gytling in South Sea.

Frae thence he raise wi' gilded wings,

His bow and shafts to gowd were chang'd; "Deel 's i' the fea," quoth he, "it dings:" Syne back to Mall and Park he rang'd.

Breathing

Breathing mischief, the god look'd gurly, With transfers a' his darts were feather'd; He made a horrid hurly burly,

Where beaus and belles were thickest gather'd.

He tentily Myrtilla fought,

And in the thrang Change-Alley got her: He drew his bow, and quick, as thought, With a braw new fubfcription fhot her.

1721.

ON A GOLD TEA-POT.

AFTER the gaining Edinburgh's prize,
The day before, with running thrice,
Me Milncraig's rock moft fairly won,
When thrice again the course he run:
Now for diverfion 'tis my share
To run three heats and please the fair.

1721.

ON A PUNCH-BOWL.

CHARGE me with Nantz and limpid fpring,
Let four and fweet be mixt;
Bend round a health, fyne to the king,
To Edinburgh's captains next,
Wha form'd me in fae blyth a shape,
And gave me lafting honours,

Take up my ladle, fill, and lape,
And fay, Fair fa' the donors.

SPOKEN TO THREE YOUNG LADIES.

ME, anes three beauties did furround,
And ilka beauty gave a wound,

Whilst they with fmiling eye,
Said, "Allan, which think ye maist fair?
"Gi'e judgment frankly; never spare."-
"Hard is the task," said I.

But added, seeing them fae free,
"Ladies, ye maun fay mair to me,

"And my demand right fair is;

"First, like the gay celestial three,
"Shaw a' your charms, and then ha'e wi'
"Faith, I fhall be your Paris."

ye,

1721.

THE ROSE-TREE.

WITH awe and pleasure we behold thy fweets;
Thy lovely roses have their pointed guards;
Yet, tho' the gath'rer oppofition meets,

The fragrant purchase all his pain rewards.

But hedg'd about and watch'd with wary eyes,
O plant fuperior, beautiful, and fair!
We view thee like yon ftars which gem the skies,
But equally to gain we must despair.

Ah! wert thou growing on some secret plain, And found by me, how ravish'd would I meet All thy transporting charms to ease my pain, And feast my raptur'd foul on all that 's fweet.

Thus fung poor Symon.-Symon was in love,
His too afpiring paffion made him smart;
The rose-tree was a mistress far above

The fhepherd's hope, which broke his tender
heart.

1721.

SPOKEN TO TWO YOUNG LADIES.

TO THE FIRST.

UPON your cheek fits blooming youth.

TO THE OTHER.

Heaven sparkles in your eye.

TO BOTH.

There's fomething sweet about each mouth; Dear ladies, let me try..

ON RECEIVING A PRESENT OF AN ORANGE

FROM MISS G. LOCKHART, NOW THE COUNTESS OF ABOYNE.

Now, Priam's fon, thou may'st be mute,
For I can blythly boaft with thee;
Thou to the fairest gave the fruit,

The fairest gave the fruit to me.