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Next day came her brother and officers too,
They would have this young man for Flanders to go
The Lady ſhe ſaid, Take your hands from my man,
For you ſhall not preſs him do all that you can.
Well, well, ſaid the brother, when we come again
He ſhall be a ſoldier for Flanders or Spain;
O no, ſaid the Lady, that never can be,
For he is an apprentice, and now bound to me.
How bound, ſaid the brother, what trade muſt he learn
I'm ſorry, dear Brother, you cannot diſcern,
I have his indentures, he is bound for life,
Which makes him the Maſter, and I am his Wife.
O be you then married? her brother reply'd,
I'd have been better pleas'd if this day you had died
Dear brother, your kindneſs I cannot diſapprove,
But I am better pleas'd in the choice of my love.
I wiſh you much joy, then the officers ſaid,
She thanked them kindly, and aſkd them to ſtay,
For this very day we do ſpend here in wine,
And at night comes the joy when true lovers do join.
BEAUTY AND RIGOUR.
THE nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,
No leſs than a wonder by nature deſign'd;
She's the grief of my heart, and the joy of my eye,
And the cauſe of a flame that never can die. And, etc
Her mouth, from whence wit ſtill obligingly flows
Has the beautiful bluſh, and the ſmell of the roſe:
Love and deſtiny ſtill attend on her will,
She wounds with a look, with a frown ſhe can kill,She etc
The deſperate lover can hope no redreſs,
Where Beauty and Rigour are both in exceſs;
In Silvia they meet, ſo unhappy am I,
Who ſees her muſt love, who loves her muſt die, etc.
Glaſgow, Printed by: J. & M. Robertſon, Saltmarket. 1801
