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Short Title New Academy, 1795 
Title New Academy of Compliments, A 
Pages 144 
Publisher  
Location AoA 
Date 1795 
Place Worcester 
Data Place AoA: E29145 
Comments  
First Line Page Verses
Of all comforts I miscarry'd  94-96   
Why should marriage be dispised  96-97 
Morning fresh, the sun in East, The  97-98   
O Cupid, gentle Cupid!  98 
Go rose, my Chloe's bosom grace  98-99 
If love's a sweet passion, why does it torment?  99   
O fie! what mean I foolish maid  99-100   
State and ambition, all joy to great Caesar  100-101   
How lovely's a woman before she's enjoy'd  102 
Here is a health to jolly Bacchus  102-103 
Slaves to London, I'll deceive you  103-104   
Here's a health to Washington  104   
One long Whitsun holiday, holiday, holiday, 'twas a jolly day  104-105   
Whilst I gaze on Chloe trembling  105-106   
To arms, to arms, to arms, to arms,  106-108   
In the merry month of June  108-109   
Come fill us a bumper of red my brave boys  109-110   
Why are my eyes still flowing?  110   
I saw the lass whom dear I lov'd  110-111   
O generous Bacchus, when by thee we're filled  111-112   
All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd  112-113   
Where is my sweet William, where is my dear  113-115   
  115-116   
Forgive me if your looks I thought  116   
Happy is the man that takes delight  116-117   
Joy to the bridegroom fill the sky  117   
I am a lusty lovely lad  117-118   
How happy's the mortal  118-119   
Let monarchs for for power and fame  119   
Spare, mighty Jove, oh spare a slave  119-120   
Soldier and a sailor, A  120-121   
Ye nymphs and sylvan gods  121-122   
Danger is over, is over, the danger is over, The  122-123   
Caelia, that once I was blest  123   
Where do I chuse the greatest bliss  124   
In the fields in frost and snows  124-126   
I am come to lock all fast  126-127   
Twas within a furlong of Edinburg town  127   
Ye beaux of pleasure  128-129 
Wine, wine in the morning  129 
Of all the recreations which  130   
Young I am, and yet unskill'd  130-131   
Ianthe the lovely, the joy of a swain  131-132   
Ianthe the ugly, of Rosemary lane  132   
Jolly, jolly breeze, The  132-133   
Would you have a young virgin of fifteen years  133-134   
Ye woods and groves, and purling streams  134   
See sirs, see here, a doctor rare  135   
Blow Boreas blow, and let the surly winds  136   
Pretty Poll say, when I was away  137   
Diogenes, surly and proud  138-139   
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