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Be our passions the gale, and let reason but flee
then safe down the stream shall we roll;
And enjoy in the passage each pleasure that springs
each social delight of the Soul.
With reason we'll take of the pleasures of life,
with reason partake of the bowl;
And the blessings of health, love and friendship she crow,
from whence springs the joys of the Soul.
Let us cherish the gift as a bounty most rare,
let us seize on Old Time as it roll;
And when Nature forbids it, let's calmly resign
the social delights of the Soul.
DESPISE ME NOT PHILLIS.
PHILLIS, despise not your faithful lover,
Play not the tyrant, because you are fair;
Beauty will fade, my charming maid,
Just as the lilly, my beautiful Philly,
Cease to prove coy, smile on the boy,
Grant him the blessing he longs to enjoy.
Crowns are but trifles, compar'd with my Philly
Who can behold her, and not be enslav'd?
Angel divine! I were thou but mine;
Pity my story, I laugh at all glory,
Here I protest, on thy dear breast,
With thee in a cottage I'd think myself blest.
Printed by J. and M. Robertson, Saltmarket, ⟨1802⟩
