ij^2. poetry. 



She raise wl' the lav'rock, — (he milked her c»w; 

 She sat down by her leglin, and 'gan for to rue j 

 Young J .mie came by, — her heart lap to her mou, 

 AnA (he trow'd ilka word that the fause loon did say, 



O dear how lafses will vary ! 



Sometimes they're duubtfu*, 'tis then they are warie; 

 But when ' luve comes louping,' they ay think we'll marry, 

 And trust like poor Kate to what fause loons will say. 



POMPEY S GHOST. • 



r. 



-Trom perfect and unclouded day, 

 From joys complete without allay. 

 And from a spring without decay, 

 I came by Cvnthia's borrow'd beams, 

 To visit my Cornelia's dreams, 

 And bring them still sublimer themes. 



II. 

 I am the man you lov'd before 

 These streams had w^lh'd away my /fore. 

 And Pompey now Ihali bleed no morej 

 Nor Ihall my vengeance be withstood, 

 Nor unattended by a flood 

 Of Roman and Egyptian blood. 



III. 

 Casar, himself, it (hal! pursue, 

 His days ftiill troubled be, a 'd few, . 

 And he Ihall tJI by treason too; 

 He, by a justice al!-divine. 

 Shall fill a victim;at ray /hrlne ; 

 As I was bis he /hall be mine. 



IV. 



Thy troubled life regiet no more, 

 For fate will waft thee soon alhore. 

 And to thy Pompey thee r^jsioe; 

 Where guilty heads no crowns (hall vvearj 

 Nor my Cornelia (hed a tear. 

 Nor Caesar be dictator there. 



