7 Where billow moust, and tespels roan, your faithful Com return again Returns, and with him brings a heart, That ne’er from Sally fhall depart. After long toil and trubler par how sweet to tread our native foil, With conqueft to return at laft, and deck our fweet hearts with the fpoil, o oae to beauty fhould pretend,;But fuch as dare it’s rights defend} Fair Susanna. Ask if yon damask rose sweet, that scents the ambent air, Then ask each shepherd that you meet If dear Susanna'a fair Say will the vulture quit his prey, and warble through the grove ! Bid wanton linnets quit the spray; then doubt thy shepherds love. The spoils of war ler heroes share, let pride and splendor shine; Te bards, unenvy’d laurels wear, be fair Susanna mine. The lever’s Summons. Arife thou miftref of my heart, and do not me disdain ;
