3
To Cupid now with hearty pray'r
ſuffer d many a vow ,
And danc’d, and ſang, and ſwore,
as other lovers do:
But when l came to breathe my flame,
I found her cold as ſtone:
I left the jilt and turn’d my pipe
to John of Badenyon.
3 When love had thus my heart betray’d,
with fooliſh hopes and vain
To Friendſhip s port I ſteer’d my courſe,
and laugh’d at lovers’ pain:
A Friend I got. my lucky chance,
’twas ſomething like divine!
An honeſt friend’s a precious gift,
and ſuch a gift was mine :
And now whatever might betide!
a happy man was I
In any ſtrait, I knew to whom
I freely might apply:
A ſtrait ſoon came l try’d my friend,
he heard, and ſpurn’d my moan I
I turn’d away, and pleas’d myſelf
with John of Badenyon.
I thought I ſhould be wiſer next,
and would a Patriot turu,
