THE
NEWCASTLE BEAUTIES.
Designed to be sung to the Harpsicord or Sptnet, etc.
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I.
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THO lofty Bards sublimer sing,
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And boldly tune their lays;
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Not less renown attends the string,
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Which sounds to beautys praise.
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Ye muses then lend me your aid,
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Whilst I attempt to prove,
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That in Newcastle many a maid.
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Excels the queen of love.
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II.
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Ye bards forbear your partial lays,
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Ye who so softly sing,
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Nor longer only Venus praise,
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But here your numbers bring.
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No more shall blinded mortals pray,
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Or bow before her shrine.
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No more in Cyprus seek the bay,
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But find it here on Tyne.
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III.
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First of yon throng see Delia (a) shine,
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That matchless nonpareil!
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All eyes confess her form divine,
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Such Graces round her dwell.
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Dame nature has herself outdone,
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In that most beautious fair,
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And lavished all those charms on one,
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Which thousands only share.
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IV.
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Next her behold the lovely Cloe (b),
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Ye Gods! what killing eyes!
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See how her charming ringlets flow,
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Where wanton Cupid lies:
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The rose, compared to her, shall fade,
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The lily lose its white:
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Een Sol himself must own the maid,
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And shine with beams less bright.
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V.
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Thee, lovely Cynthia (c), next we sing,
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Charmd with thy beauteous face,
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More blooming than the verdant spring,
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Adornd with every grace;
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Thy comely shape and genteel air,
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Our admiration raise,
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Thou stands confessd a perfect fair,
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And worthy all our praise.
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VI.
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Thy mein, sweet Daphne (d), next we view,
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And as we view, approve,
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Thy blooming charms all hearts subdue;
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And kindle them to love:
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Those charming breasts, and sparkling eyes,
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What mortal can oppose?
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Still as we gaze new beauties rise,
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And still the passion grows.
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(a) Miss P--y T--n.(b) Miss H--le.
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(c) Miss H--y (d) Miss B--p.
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VII.
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Gay Sylvia (e) next appears in sight,
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Surrounded by her charms,
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Her handsome form which shines so bright
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Each youthful bosom warms.
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Ye youths withdraw your wishful eyes,
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Nor longer on her gaze
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For were your hearts as cold as ice
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Her beams would make them blaze.
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VIII.
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Sweet Celia (f) next demands our care,
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That lovely nut brown maid!
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Behold her charming flowing hair,
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In jetty locks display[]d
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She fills each Bosom with desire,
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So graceful is her mein,
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Her comely features all admire,
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Where thousand loves are seen.
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IX.
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See Flavia (g), the young, the gay,
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For graceful air renownd,
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Her mein more bright than flowry May,
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With evry beauty crownd.
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Her beauteous sister (h) next appears,
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Whom wonderous charms adorn
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The lovely doe each bosom chears,
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With beauties like the morn.
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X.
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The next we view is Julias (i) face,
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For comely features lovd,
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Her golden locks still add a grace,
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To what all hearts approvd.
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Her friend no less inspires the lay,
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The lovely Danae (k) fair,
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To whom all tongues their praises pay,
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Charm[]d with her shape. and air
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XI.
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Thee, Phoebe (l), with Ophelia (m) joind,
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We cant too much admire,
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Your blooming charms it must be owed,
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All hearts to love inspire.
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To handsome Pat (n), and lovely Stell (o),
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Our praises too belong,
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These who in various charms excel,
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Close up the beauteous throng.
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XII.
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As now adord you pass your bloom,
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Your autumn you may live,
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Let me, ye beauteous fair, presume,
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This one advice to give;
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Virtue pursue--or vain vere bright,
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In vain your eyes may roll;
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Tis true that charms do strike the sight,
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But merit wins the soul.
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(e) Miss H--m. (f) Miss S--s.
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(g) Miss F--tt. (h) Miss F--tt. jun
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(i) Miss H--h. (k) Miss J--B--l.
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(l) Miss P--S--t. (m) Miss L--s.l.
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(n) Miss A--n. (o) Miss M--G--n.
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