II.

he Peer I don't envy, I give him his bow; fcorn not the Peafant, tho' ever fo low;

ut a club of good fellows, like thofe that are here,

nd a bottle like this, are my glory and

ut see you the Crown how it waves in the

air,

here a big-belly'd bottle ftill eafes my care.

IV.

The wife of my bofom, alas! fhe did die;
For fweet confolation to church I did fly;
I found that old Solomon proved it fair,
That a big-belly'd bottle's a cure for all care.

V.

I once was perfuaded a venture to make;
A letter inform'd me that all was to wreck;
But the purfy old landlord juft waddled up
ftairs,

With a glorious bottle that ended my cares.

VI.

Life's cares they are comforts *'-a maxim

laid down

*Young's Night Thoughts.

By

By the Bard, what d'ye call him, that wore

the black gown;

And faith I agree with th' old prig to a hair; For a big-belly'd bottle's a heav'n of care.

A Stanza added in a Mafon Lodge.

Then fill up a bumper and make it o'erflow, And honours mafonic prepare for to throw; May every true brother of th' Compafs and Square

Have a big-belly'd bottle when harafs'd with

care.

WRITTEN

WRITTEN

IN

FRIARS-CARSE HERMITAGE,

ON NITH-SIDE.

THOU whom chance may hither lead,

Be thou clad in ruffet weed,
Be thou deckt in filken ftole,
Grave these counfels on thy foul.

Life

Life is but a day at most,

Sprung from night, in darkness loft;

Hope not funshine ev'ry hour,

Fear not clouds will always lour.

As Youth and Love, with sprightly dance, Beneath thy morning ftar advance,

Pleasure with her firen air

May delude the thoughtless pair ;
Let Prudence blefs Enjoyment's cup,
Then raptur'd fip, and fip it up.

As thy day grows warm and high, Life's meridian flaming nigh,

Doft thou spurn the humble vale?

Life's proud fummits wouldst thou scale?

Check thy climbing step, elate,

Evils lurk in felon wait:

VOL. II.

L

Dangers,