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: 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, 1721. ON A PUNCH-BOWL. CHARGE me with Nantz and limpid fpring, Take up my ladle, fill, and lape, SPOKEN TO THREE YOUNG LADIES. ME, anes three beauties did furround, Whilst they with fmiling eye, But added, seeing them fae free, "And my demand right fair is; "First, like the gay celestial three, ye, 1721. THE ROSE-TREE. WITH awe and pleasure we behold thy fweets; The fragrant purchase all his pain rewards. But hedg'd about and watch'd with wary eyes, 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, The fhepherd's hope, which broke his tender 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, The fairest gave the fruit to me. |