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 Now, fcenfe of diftrefs pleafa only my fight, I ficken in pleafure, and languiflhing in light.


 * Thro‘ changes in vain, relief I purfue,

All all, but confpire, my griefs renew. From funfhine, to zephyres and fhades we repair, To funfhine we fly from too piercing an air; But love's ardent fever burns alway the fame, No winter can cool it, no fumer inflyne.


 * But, fee the pale moon, all clouded, retires,

The breezes grow cool, not Strephon's defires, I fly from the dangers of tempeft and wind, Yet nourifh the madnefs that preys on my mind Ah, wreth how can life thus merit thy care, Since lengthening its moments, but lengthens defpair.

WOO'D and married and a’,
 * Woo’d and married and a’,

Was fhe nae very well aff,
 * Was woo’d ane married and a’,

The bride came cut o’ the byre,
 * And O as fhe dighted her cheeks,

Sirs, I'm to be married the night
 * And has neither blankets our fheets,

Has neither blankets nor fheets?
 * Nor fcarce a coverlet too ;

The bride that has a’to borrow.
 * Has e’en right meikle ado’.

Out then fpake the brides father,
 * As he same in frae the plough