in kindness would come with speed;
She gave me such parcels I thought I should dee,
With eating of Pudding, _&c._

At last I Rambled abroad and then,
I met in my Frolick an honest Man;
Quoth he my dear _Philli_ I'll give unto thee,
Such Pudding you never did see.

Said I honest Man, I thank thee most kind,
And as he told me indeed I did find;
He gave me a lump which did so agree,
One bit was worth all my Mother gave me.

_The_ QUAKER's SONG.

[Music]

Walk up to Virtue Strait,
And from all Vice retire;
Turn not on this Hand nor on that,
To compass thy Desire.

Side not with wicked ones,
Nor such as are Prophane;
But side with good and goodly ones,
That come from _Amsterdam_.

Arm not thy self with Pride,
That's not the way to Bliss;
But Arm thy self with holy Zeal,
And take this loving Kiss.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

_Lorenzo_ you amuse the Town,
And with your Charms undo, Sir;
_Laurinda_ can resist a Frown,
But must not be from you, Sir:
You make them all resign their Hearts,
And fix their Eyes a gazing;
The _Porcupine_ has not more Darts,
From every part amazing.

You Bill and Cooe when you are kind,
And happy's the Nymph believes you;
You are true, but you are not Blind,
For never a Nymph deceives you;
Tho' she were naught, you'll ne'er be caught,
But still have your Wits about you;
You're a Hero, and you have Fought,
There's ne'er a Hector can flout you.

You are good, and you are bad,
And you can be what you please, Sir;
You are an honest trusty Lad,
And I'll Wager ne'er had the Disease, Sir:
Then here's to you, a Glass or two,
For farther I dare not venture;
And then my Dear I bid thee adieu,
For I must be now a Dissenter.

_A_ SONG.

_Tune of_ Oh! how happy's he. _Pag._ 104.

Ah! how happy's he,
Lives from drinking free,
Can enjoy his Humour, Paper and his Pen;
Nor ensnar'd with Wine,
Or some Whores design,
But in harmless Sonnets thinking does ever mend;
Prigs shall never vex him,
Pox shall ne'er perplex him,
If his Pocket's full, sits down and counts his Joy;
If it be not so,
Takes a Tune or two,
'Till by wise Content, his trouble does destroy.

When a Monarch reels,
He his Thoughts conceals,
Whether WHIG or _Tory_, never does expr