ANACREONTIC. WHEN spring came on with fresh delight, And warmer suns salute the plain; Green was her robe, and green her wreath, Rais'd on a bank where daisies grew, When they met, the dame and boy, Dancing Graces, idle Joy, Wanton Smiles, and airy Play, Conspir'd to make the scene be gay; Love pair'd the birds through all the grove, 'Tis thus, when spring renews the blood, They meet in every trembling wood, And thrice they make the plumes agree, And every dart they mount with three, And every dart can boast a kind, Which suits each proper turn of mind. From the towering eagle's plume For careful dames and frugal men, The pies and parrots deck the darts, All this, as late I chanced to rove, I learn'd in yonder waving grove. And see, says Love, who called me near, How both support a proper part, My weapon there unfeather'd flies, And shakes and shuffles through the skies: By which she links you, mind to mind, And strike from both, through both your hearts. ANACREONTIC. GAY Bacchus liking Estcourt's wine, And for the guests that were to dine, The god near Cupid drew his chair, For wine makes Love forget its care, The more to please the sprightly god, Then Cupid nam'd at every glass A lady of the sky; While Bacchus swore he'd drink the lass, And had it bumper-high. Fat Comus toss'd his brimmers o'er, And always got the most; Jocus took care to fill him more, Whene'er he miss'd the toast. They call'd, and drank at every touch; And if the gods can take too much, Gay Bacchus little Cupid stung, By reckoning his deceits; And Cupid mock'd his stammering tongue, With all his staggering gaits: And Jocus droll'd on Comus' ways, And tales without a jest ; While Comus call'd his witty plays But waggeries at best. Such talk soon set them all at odds ; I'd sing ye, how they drank like gods, To part the fray, the Graces fly, Bacchus appeas'd, rais'd Cupid up, |