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 [ 5 ] In a ſnug rural cottage ſurrounded with treeſ, where murmuring rivulets glide, My attendants be plenty, contentment and eaſe, in ſolitude let me reſide. Where grant me kind Fowers in this ſeaſon of love, a fond fair one my bleſs to complete, Whole tender endearments can ſadneſs remove, and imparadiſe this my retreat.

A WINTER PIECE. WHEN the treeſ were all bare, not aleaſ to be ſeen, and the meadows their beauty had loſt : When all Nature diſrob'd of her mantle of green, and the rivers bound up by the froſt. When the peaſant inactive ſtands ſhiv'ring with cold, as the bleak winds northerly blow; The innocent lambs ſcud away to their fold, with their fleeces all covered with ſnow. In the yard where the cattle were fodder'd with ſtraw and they ſend forth their breath like a ſtream; And the neat looking dairy-maid ſees the muſt thaw flakes of ice ſhe beholds on the cream. There the ſweet country maiden as freſh as a roſe, the carcledy flips and then ſides; Then the ruſtic laughs loud, if by falling the ſhows, all the charms which her modeſty hides. When the lads and the laſſes in company join, and ſet round the embers, they chat; Talk of Witches and Fries, that ride on the windy and of Ghoſts till they're all in a ſweat.