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               SEMELE.

EXtinguish the candles, give PhŒbus fair play,
The shutters unbolt, let us honor the day ;
My lady Lucina we've drove from her post,
The sun shines upon us, we'll give him a toast.

Says Caution, the neighbours are passing along,
They'll look through the sashes, and tell us we're
wrong :
Remonstrance avaunt—what is all they can say ?
But they've slept all night whilst we drank it away

Ye tutors, disputers, ye dignify'd doctors,
Ye majors, ye minors, with prebends and proetors,
What sense is it prithee, which tells us to think ?
When all our seven senses declare we should drink.

Our patron is Bacehus, and Jove was his sire,
He was born in a burst of celestial fire ;
Mama begg'd the god would come worthy her
charms,
The light'ning of love prov'd too much for herarms.

From her, in a moment, the baby was snatch'd,
And into a buck by nurse Jupiter hatch'd ;
Th immortal to expatiate Semele's rape,
Bestow'd on his fondling the gift of the grape.

Ye love-sick who live on the shine of a eye,
The red of a cheek, or the tone of a sigh ;
Impress'd by the smile or the frowns of the fair,
As weather-glass shews variations of air.

In country or town you have seen without doubt,
A dancing-bear led by a ring in his snout :
While pug plays his tricks, if you shew him some
fruit,
These emblems, ye ladies, will most, lovers suit.

If girls won't comply why we never run mad,
But away to the next, as enough may be had,
If again we're repuls'd, we ne'er hang nor despair,
But in wine comfort seek, we are sure of it there.
Draw your bows ye Crochetti, in music's defence,
With sound I'm for having a portion of sense ;
Give me a bell's tinkle, a fat landlord's roar,
With a good fellow's bellow, bring six bottles more

Six bottles we'll have them, and bumper away,
We drank up the night, and we'll drink down the
day :
Here's their healths, who to wine and their words
will be just,
Here's the girl that we love, and the friend we
can trust.