UPON ANACREON MOORE'S SAYING THAT HE DISLIKED
SINGING TO MEN.

By Beauty's caresses, like Cupid, half-spoil'd,
Thus Music's and Poesy's favourite child
Exclaim'd,-''Tis, by Heaven! a terrible thing
Before a
he
-party to sit and to sing!'
'By my shoul! Master Moore, you there may be right,'
Said a son of green Erin; 'tho' dear to my sight
Are all the sweet cratures, call'd women, I swear,
Yet I think we can feel just as well as the fair:
Tho' you'd bribe us with songs, blood and 'ounds! let me say,
I'd not be a woman for one in your way.'