his Love by Night;
The Candles were lighted,
The Moon did shine so bright:
He knocked at the Door,
To ease him of his Pain;
She rose and let him in Love,
And went to Bed again.

He went into the Chamber,
Where his true Love did lye;
She quickly gave consent,
For to have his Company:
She quickly gave consent,
The Neighbours peeping out;
So take away your Hand,
Love let's blow the Candle out.

I would not for a Crown Love,
My Mistress should it know;
I'll in my Smock step down Love,
And I'll out the Candle blow;
The Streets they are so nigh,
And the People walk about;
Some may peep in and spy Love,
Let's blow the Candle out.

My Master and my Mistress,
Upon the Bed do lye;
Injoying one another,
Why should not you and I:
My Master kiss'd my Mistress,
Without any fear or doubt;
And we'll kiss one another,
Let's blow the Candle out.

I prithee speak more softly,
Of what we have to do;
Least that our noise of Talking,
Should make our Pleasure rue:
For kissing one another,
Will make no evil rout;
Then let us now be silent,
And blow the Candle out.

But yet he must be doing,
He could no longer stay;
She strove to blow the Candle out,
And push'd his Hand away:
The young Man was so hasty,
To lay his Arms about;
But she cryed I pray Love,
Let's blow the Candle out.

As this young Couple sported,
The Maiden she did blow;
But how the Candle went out,
Alas I do not know:
Said she I fear not now, Sir,
My Master nor my Dame;
And what this Couple did, Sir,
Alas I dare not Name.

_A_ SONG _out of the_ GUARDIAN.

[Music]

Oh the Charming Month of _May_,
When the Breezes fan the Trees, is
Full of Blossoms fresh and gay,
Full of Blossoms fresh and gay:
Oh the Charming Month of _May_,
Charming, Charming Month of _May_.

Oh what Joys our Prospect yields,
In a new Livery when we see every,
Bush and Meadow, Tree and Field, _&c._
Oh what Joys, _&c._ Charming Joys, _&c._

Oh how fresh the Morning Air,
When the Zephirs and the Hephirs,
Their Odoriferous Breaths compare,
Oh how fresh, _&c._ Charming fresh, _&c._

Oh how fine our Evenings walk,
When the Nightingale delighting,
With her Songs suspends our Talk,
Oh how fine, _&c._ Charming fine, _&c._

Oh how sweet at Night to Dream,
On mossy