The works of Alexander Pennecuik of New-Hall, M.D.; containing the description of Tweeddale, and miscellaneous poems. A new edition, with copious notes, forming a complete history of the county to the present time. To which are prefixed, memoirs of Dr Pennecuik, and a map of the shire of Peebles, or Tweeddale |
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A GENTLEMAN'S ANSWER TO HIS RIVAL'S CHALLENGE. |
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A GENTLEMAN'S ANSWER TO HIS RIVAL'S CHALLENGE.
Rival,
Like friends let's lay aside all jars,
Cupid's the god of love, not god of wars;
Let's not by fighting offer to decide her,
Rather than quarrel let us both divide her.
All that's above the belt that shall be thine,
All that's below the belt that must be mine:
And if I chance to kiss the part that's thine,
Ye shall have leave to do the same to mine.
Cupid's the god of love, not god of wars;
Let's not by fighting offer to decide her,
Rather than quarrel let us both divide her.
All that's above the belt that shall be thine,
All that's below the belt that must be mine:
And if I chance to kiss the part that's thine,
Ye shall have leave to do the same to mine.
Qui te videt est beatus,
Beatior qui te audit,
Qui te baseat semi deus est,
Qui te potitur est deus.
Beatior qui te audit,
Qui te baseat semi deus est,
Qui te potitur est deus.
O happy! O thrice happy! sure is he,
Whose eyes are bless'd in seeing divine thee.
Yet happier he, who 'mongst thy lovers throng,
And listens to the music of thy song,
Durst he approach thy balmy lips to kiss,
He'd be half god by the exalted bliss;
But did he once thy divine self possess,
He would enjoy the gods their happiness.
Whose eyes are bless'd in seeing divine thee.
Yet happier he, who 'mongst thy lovers throng,
And listens to the music of thy song,
Durst he approach thy balmy lips to kiss,
He'd be half god by the exalted bliss;
But did he once thy divine self possess,
He would enjoy the gods their happiness.
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