A milk-white Hind, immortal and u… Fed on the lawns, and in the fores… Without unspotted, innocent within… She fear’d no danger, for she knew… Yet had she oft been chas’d with h…

Enter JANUS JANUS Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace, An hundred times the rolling sun Around the radiant belt has run

Ask not the cause why sullen Spri… So long delays her flowers to bear… Why warbling birds forget to sing, And winter storms invert the year: Chloris is gone; and fate provides

Once I beheld the fairest of her… And still the sweet idea charms my… True, she was dumb; for nature gaz… Pleased with her work, that she fo… But, smiling, said—She still shal…

On a bank, beside a willow, Heaven her covering, earth her pil… Sad Amynta sigh’d alone: From the cheerless dawn of morning Till the dews of night returning,

In that wild deluge where the worl… When life and sin one common tomb… The first small prospect of a risi… With various notes of joy the ark… Yet when that flood in its own dep…

In days of old, when Arthur fille… Whose acts and fame to foreign lan… The king of elves, and little fair… Gambolled on heaths, and danced on… And where the jolly troop had led…

There lived, as authors tell, in d… A widow, somewhat old, and very po… Deep in a dale her cottage lonely… Well thatched, and under covert of… This dowager, on whom my tale I f…

NO, no, poor suff’ring Heart, no… Choose to sustain the smart, rathe… My ravish’d eyes behold such charm… I can die with her, but not live w… One tender Sigh of hers to see me…

The day approached when Fortune s… The important enterprise, and give… For now the rivals round the world… And each his number, well appointe… The nations far and near contend i…

[Music within.] The Lovers enter at opposite door… Phillis. Look, look I see—I see my love ap… ’Tis he—’Tis he alone;

A plain-built house, after so long… Will send you half unsatisfied awa… When, fallen from your expected po… A bare convenience only is designe… You, who each day can theatres beh…

All human things are subject to de… And, when Fate summons, monarchs… This Flecknoe found, who, like Au… Was call’d to empire, and had gove… In prose and verse, was own’d, wit…

Creator Spirit, by whose aid The world’s foundations first were… Come, visit ev’ry pious mind; Come, pour thy joys on human kind; From sin, and sorrow set us free;

’Tis hard, my friend, to write in… As damns not only poets, but the s… That sacred art, by heaven itself… Which Moses, David, Solomon, hav… Is now to be no more: the Muses’…