<p>LISTEN, Mates! attend to me,<lb/> I would something to you say,<lb/> Which, may of some service be-<lb/> Rather curious in its way!<lb/> I've a fondness for the Fair,<lb/> Which, my reason all despite,<lb/> Makes me ev'ry day despair<lb/> Where to fix my heart aright.<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac202"/> Ev'ry pretty girl I meet,<lb/> Sets my heart in such a stir,<lb/> That, without the least deceit,<lb/> I would make strong love to her.<lb/> Thus so wav'ring in my mind,<lb/> Two girls now at once I woo;<lb/> But I've long begun to find<lb/> 'Tis much more than I can do.<lb/> One is Galatea nam'd,<lb/> And the other, as you know,<lb/> Thetis-for her beauty's fam'd,<lb/> Spoken of where'er you go.<lb/> Thetis lives down by the Sea,<lb/> Galatea on the Moor;<lb/> Thetis talks of ships to me,<lb/> And of things along the shore.<lb/> Galatea, lively lass!<lb/> Speaks of dairies, and of cows,<lb/> Of the meadows, and the grass,<lb/> And the crops her father grows;<lb/> Of the tuneful woods and fields,<lb/> Where the sheep in hundreds stray,<lb/> What their fleece in profit yields,<lb/> And the joys of market-day:<lb/> Speaks of shady lanes to me,<lb/> With their hedgerows green and gay,<lb/> And the Linden trees where we<lb/> Often chat an hour away.<lb/> Thetis too tells pleasing tales<lb/> In the Fishers' homely talk;<lb/> How in Greenland they catch whales,-<lb/> Charming 'tis with her to walk:<lb/> Herring nets to make and mend<lb/> Then she tells me how, and I<lb/> Long a helping hand to lend,<lb/> When she spreads them out to dry.<lb/> Plaice and flounders how they take,-<lb/> And how dry them on the shore;<lb/> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac203"/> How one man of fish may make<lb/> Oft a catch of twenty score:<lb/> How they fish with hook net,<lb/> All so pleasing like and true,<lb/> That by her bright eyes of jet<lb/> I'm both hook'd and netted too.<lb/> Galatea fays that she<lb/> Likes no fish, nor those who live<lb/> Or by fishing, or the sea,<lb/> But the reason she won't give.<lb/> Galatea's constant theme<lb/> Is her butter and her cheese;-<lb/> ''What's your fish compared to cream?<lb/> Soles or plaice (says she) to these!''<lb/> If I speak of fields and trees,<lb/> Or the least of farm-things say,<lb/> Thetis' look's enough to freeze,<lb/> And she takes her hand away:<lb/> If I wear a fisher's dress,<lb/> Galatea from me turns,<lb/> And, when in farm-chlothes, no less,<lb/> Thetis all my wooing spurns.<lb/> When my fisher's cap I've on,<lb/> Flushings loose and jacket rough,<lb/> Galatea says, Begone!<lb/> But her look is quite enough!<lb/> If in shepherd's slouch I go,<lb/> Thetis, if she chance to see,<lb/> Calls me Boor! and jeers me so,<lb/> That all eyes are turn'd on me!<lb/> Thus fo two long years have I<lb/> Chased this game, and nothing caught;-<lb/> Just as one ''who hunts two hares,<lb/> Loses both, and catches naught.''<lb/> So, Mates, when you wooing go,<lb/> Fool is he who my way chooses;<lb/> Who at once courts sweethearts two,<lb/> Pleases neither, and both loses!</p> <pb n="uiuc_83931c29eep_fac204"/> <p>BEHOLD the Bridegroome comes, he takes his way,<lb/> Nor Man, nor Angell knowes the houre or day;<lb/> He saies, he'le come, much like a theese in night,<lb/> To judge the world with equity and right;<lb/> Angels shall charge with trumpets sounding cleare,<lb/> And Christ as Judge shall in the clouds appeare;<lb/> The righteous and the wicked shall arise,<lb/> Bodies and Soules, to passe upon that size;<lb/> He who the oyle of preparation hath,<lb/> Whom Christ shall find furnish'd with saving faith;<lb/> Shall with the blessed Bridegroome mount on hie,<lb/> Mongst Seraphimes triumphing gloriously;<lb/> But he who hath no oyle, nor faith at all,<lb/> Heavens dreadfull Judge shall them man cursed call,<lb/> And banish him into the pit of hell,<lb/> Where with the firneds for ever he must dwell.<lb/> FARLIE'S Emblems.</p>

ONE CAN LOVE THETIS AND GALATEA AT THE SAME TIME)

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No One Can Love Thetis and Galatea at the Same Time

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A man who cannot choose between a milkmaid ('Galatea') and a girl with a basket of fish on her head ('Thetis') has his ear pulled by the milkmaid; in the background a hunter chases two rabbits (or hares)

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<p>NO ONE CAN LOVE THETIS AND GALATEA AT THE SAME TIME</p>

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