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And banish'd far corroding spleen
Though chance, indulgent to her will,
Conveys, each circling Deal, Spadille;
The sweets of gain are less refin'd,
And softer transports: sooth the mind,
Of Lizzy, when she trips th' enamell'd green.
Hail blissful life, which Lizzy leads!
'Midst bubbling springs and painted meads,
Just emblem of the golden mein:
A life with fairest virtue grac'd,
Whose ebbing moments sweetly waste;
Made doubly joyous, chearful, gay,
When Lizzy crowns the indulgent day,
With tripping o'er the enamell'd green.
THE MAID of PRIMROSE-HILL
'TWAS under Primrose-hill there liv'd,
a sweet and pretty maid,
Not Venus could give more delight,
when you her charms survey'd;
For the lilies fair, and the roses there,
they did combine and both entwine,
To form a beauty rare.
This fair maid many suitors had,
but treated them with scorn,
Till William who could play and dance,
came piping o'er the lawn;
He sung so sweet, was dress'd so neat,
that maidens fair, they did declare,
Their love for William great.
