LISTEN, Mates! attend to me,
I would something to you say,
Which, may of some service be-
Rather curious in its way!
I've a fondness for the Fair,
Which, my reason all despite,
Makes me ev'ry day despair
Where to fix my heart aright.
Sets my heart in such a stir,
That, without the least deceit,
I would make strong love to her.
Thus so wav'ring in my mind,
Two girls now at once I woo;
But I've long begun to find
'Tis much more than I can do.
One is Galatea nam'd,
And the other, as you know,
Thetis-for her beauty's fam'd,
Spoken of where'er you go.
Thetis lives down by the Sea,
Galatea on the Moor;
Thetis talks of ships to me,
And of things along the shore.
Galatea, lively lass!
Speaks of dairies, and of cows,
Of the meadows, and the grass,
And the crops her father grows;
Of the tuneful woods and fields,
Where the sheep in hundreds stray,
What their fleece in profit yields,
And the joys of market-day:
Speaks of shady lanes to me,
With their hedgerows green and gay,
And the Linden trees where we
Often chat an hour away.
Thetis too tells pleasing tales
In the Fishers' homely talk;
How in Greenland they catch whales,-
Charming 'tis with her to walk:
Herring nets to make and mend
Then she tells me how, and I
Long a helping hand to lend,
When she spreads them out to dry.
Plaice and flounders how they take,-
And how dry them on the shore;
Oft a catch of twenty score:
How they fish with hook net,
All so pleasing like and true,
That by her bright eyes of jet
I'm both hook'd and netted too.
Galatea fays that she
Likes no fish, nor those who live
Or by fishing, or the sea,
But the reason she won't give.
Galatea's constant theme
Is her butter and her cheese;-
''What's your fish compared to cream?
Soles or plaice (says she) to these!''
If I speak of fields and trees,
Or the least of farm-things say,
Thetis' look's enough to freeze,
And she takes her hand away:
If I wear a fisher's dress,
Galatea from me turns,
And, when in farm-chlothes, no less,
Thetis all my wooing spurns.
When my fisher's cap I've on,
Flushings loose and jacket rough,
Galatea says, Begone!
But her look is quite enough!
If in shepherd's slouch I go,
Thetis, if she chance to see,
Calls me Boor! and jeers me so,
That all eyes are turn'd on me!
Thus fo two long years have I
Chased this game, and nothing caught;-
Just as one ''who hunts two hares,
Loses both, and catches naught.''
So, Mates, when you wooing go,
Fool is he who my way chooses;
Who at once courts sweethearts two,
Pleases neither, and both loses!
BEHOLD the Bridegroome comes, he takes his way,
Nor Man, nor Angell knowes the houre or day;
He saies, he'le come, much like a theese in night,
To judge the world with equity and right;
Angels shall charge with trumpets sounding cleare,
And Christ as Judge shall in the clouds appeare;
The righteous and the wicked shall arise,
Bodies and Soules, to passe upon that size;
He who the oyle of preparation hath,
Whom Christ shall find furnish'd with saving faith;
Shall with the blessed Bridegroome mount on hie,
Mongst Seraphimes triumphing gloriously;
But he who hath no oyle, nor faith at all,
Heavens dreadfull Judge shall them man cursed call,
And banish him into the pit of hell,
Where with the firneds for ever he must dwell.
FARLIE'S Emblems.
NO ONE CAN LOVE THETIS AND GALATEA AT THE SAME TIME
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