Le premier Jour de May
Fut le plus Heureux de ma Vie,
Le beau Design que je formay
Le premier Jour de May.
The first Day of the Month of May
Was the Happiest of my Life,
Ah the fair Design I form'd
The first Day if the Month of May.
Then saw you, then I lov'd,
If you like this fair Design,
The first Day of the Month of May
Was the Happiest of my Life.
Now let us see what an English Poet has said on the First of May; and tho' there is in it hardly any Thing but Words, and those Words rustick to Affectation; yet they are Prettiness itself compared to Mons. Ranchin's Guardian, No 124:
I.
Oh the charming Month of May,
Oh the charming Month of May,
When the Breezes fan the Treeses,
Full of Blossoms fresh and gay.
II.
Oh what Joys our Prospects yield!
Charming Joys our Prospects yield!
In a new Livery, &c.
III.
Oh how fresh the Morning Air!
Charming fresh the Morning Air! &c.