42. As when, amidst the rites divine, For why? They show me every hour, The Sailor's Wife AND are ye sure the news is true? And are ye sure he's weel? Is this a time to talk o' wark? Ye jades, lay by your wheel! When Colin's at the door? Reach down my cloak - I'll to the quay, And see him come ashore. For there's no luck about the house, There's nae luck ava', There's little pleasure in the house, And gi'e to me my bigonet, My Turkey slippers maun gae on, Rise, lass, and mak' a clean fireside, Gi'e little Kate her button gown, It's a' to please my ain gudeman, He likes to see them braw. There is twa hens upon the bauk, Been fed this month and mair; Mak' haste and thraw their necks about And spread the table neat and clean, For wha can tell how Colin fared, When he was far awa'? Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; 43. His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. Since Colin's weel, and weel content, And will I see his face again? For there's nae luck about the house, There's little pleasure in the house The Complaint AWAY! away! W. J. Mickle Tempt me no more, insidious love: Thy soothing sway Long did my youthful bosom prove: At length thy treason is discern'd, At length some dear-bought caution earn'd: Away! nor hope my riper age to move. I know, I see Her merit. Needs it now be shown, 44. Alas, to me? How often to myself unknown, But, flattering God, O squanderer of content and ease, Will care's rude lesson learn to please? Proud Fortune to attend thy throne, Or plac'd thy friends above her stern decrees? Song M. Akenside OH! H! forbear to bid me slight her, Life should leap to leave my heart. Though the tender flame were dying, A. Hill 45. To Fix Her, 'Twere a Task as Vain To fix her, 'twere a task as vain To count the April drops of rain, I know it, friend, she's light as air, She's such a miser too, in love, Blushing at such inglorious reign, Ah, friend! 'tis but a short-lived trance, So soft, so elegant, so fair, Sure, something more than human's there; 'Twas destiny that forged the chain. T. Smollett |