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…

Heaven save ye, gallants, and this… Y’ are welcome to the downfall of… The fools have laboured long in th… And vice, the manufacture of the n… O’erstocks the town so much, and t…

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,

My Lord, While flattering crowds officiousl… To give themselves, not you, an ha… And by the greatness of their pres… How much they hope, but not how we…

Ladies! (I hope there’s none behi… I long to whisper something in you… A secret, which does much my mind… There’s treason in the play agains… A man that’s false to love, that v…

Well then; the promis’d hour is co… The present age of wit obscures th… Strong were our sires; and as they… Conqu’ring with force of arms, and… Theirs was the giant race, before…

A parish-priest was of the pilgrim… An awful, reverend, and religious… His eyes diffused a venerable grac… And charity itself was in his face… Rich was his soul, though his atti…

The longest tyranny that ever sway… Was that wherein our ancestors bet… Their free-born reason to the Sta… And made his torch their universal… So truth, while only one supplied…

Madam, When, for our sakes, your hero you… To swelling seas, and every faithl… When you released his courage, and… A valour fatal to the enemy;

Thespis, the first professor of ou… At country wakes, sung ballads fro… To prove this true, if Latin be n… Dicitur et plaustris vexisse poema… But Æschylus, says Horace in some…

Of all our antic sights and pagean… Which English idiots run in crowd… The Polish Medal bears the prize… A monster, more the favourite of t… Than either fairs or theatres have…

To say this comedy pleased long ag… Is not enough to make it pass you… Yet, gentlemen, your ancestors had… When few men censured, and when fe… And Jonson, of those few the best…

Why should a foolish marriage vow, Which long ago was made, Oblige us to each other now When passion is decay’d? We lov’d, and we lov’d, as long as…

Methinks already from this chymic… I see a city of more precious moul… Rich as the town which gives the… With silver paved and all divine w… Already, labouring with a mighty f…

Poets, your subjects have their pa… To unbend, and to divert their sov… When tired with following nature,… To seek repose in the cool shades… And, from the sweet retreat, with…