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 ( 7 ) The haughty tyrants ne’er fhall tame, Their dire attempts ne’er bend thee down. This will but roufe, But roufe thy gen'rous flame, And work their woe in thy renown. Hail Britannia, &c.

The Mufes, ftill with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coafts repair : Bleft Ifle ! with beauty, with matchiefs beauty crown’d, And manly hearts to guard the Fair. Hail Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never fhall be flaves.

MAKE HAY WHILE THE SUN SHINES.

’Tis a maxim I hold, while I livo to purfue, Not a thing to defer which to day I can do: This piece of good counfel attend to, I pray, For while the funfhines is the time to make hay.

Attend the dear nymph to an arbour or grove, To her ear gently pour the fweet poifon of love, with kiffes and proffes your rapture convey. For while the sunfhines is the time to make hay.