Sir Charles Sedley Baronet. A BALLA D To the Tune of Bateman. You Gallants all, that love good Wine, For fhame your Lives amend; With Strangers go to Church, or Dine, For with him tipling all the Night, There was a rich old Ufurer, All in that very Houfe, where Saint These Drunkards met to Roar, and Rant, The The Glass flew chearfully about, And drunken Chat went on; Which Troops had fail'd,and which were ftout, When Namur wou'd be won. A learned Lawyer, at the laft, Began to talk of Tyrants past, He toucht a little on our Times, What were their Vertues, what their Crimes, A Stranger that fat filent by, I cannot bear the leaft ill Word, And the bold Man fhall feel my Sword; The Quarrel feem'd a while compos'd, But one to Blood was ill difpos'd, The The Counsellor was walking Home, The young Man after him did come, A Blow their past, which no Man faw, The young Man did his Weapon draw, Which Cane held up, in his Defence, At Hixes's Hall, by Jury grave, Then learn, my honeft Country-men, Ye Gallants all, take heed how you And dead Men have no Friends. SONG. H SONG Ears not my Phillis, how the Birds They tell their Paffion in their Words; Phillis, without Frown or Smile, The God of Love in thy bright Eyes But in thy heart a Child he lyes, So many Months in Silence paft, Might well deferve one word at laft Phillis, without, &c. Muft then your faithful Swain expire, Might pleafingly explain? Phiills, without, &c. ADVICE ΤΟ The Old Beaux. Scra Crape no more your harmless Chins, You fhou'd repent your former Sins, Young awkard Fops, may fhock our Sight, In vain the Coachman turns about, True Love and Youth will ever charm, Summer-fruits we highly prife, E That |