THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCLXVIII

I Have rambl'd, I own it, whole Years up, and down, And sigh'd o'er each beautiful Nymph of the Town; Iuch Fancies have plagued me, that oft in my Life, I've been ready to start at the Name of a Wife.

But sham'd from my Fears, that have oft broke my Rest, And weary with roving, both cloy'd, and unblest; I'll try to be happy the rest of my Life, And venture, tho' late, yet at last, on a Wife.

Then farewel the Jilt, and the Fop, and the Bold, I quite you with Pleasure before I grow old; One Girl of my Heart I will take to for Life, And enough of all Conscience, I think, is one Wife,

I'll search the Town over this fair One to find, Nor fickle, nor jealous, nor vain, nor unkind; Whose Wit, and good Humour, may hold it for Life, And then, if she'll have me, I'll make her my Wife.

'Tis time, that the Follies of Life had an End, And soon, nay, this Instant, I'm ready to mend; What Wonder there'll be, at so alter'd a Life, If you're wise, you, like me, will resolve on a Wife.