Dear Colin, prevent my warm blush… Since how can I speak without pai… My eyes oft have told you my wishe… Why don’t you their meaning explai… My passion will lose by expression…

Written at Twelve Years of Ag… Are love and pow’r incapable to me… And must they all be wretched who… Enslav’d by titles, and by forms c… For wretched victims to the state…

Though a strong vanity may you per… You are not for a politician made; Your tropes are drawn from Robin… Your sense is but repeating what h… A useful puppy, eminently known,

DANCINDA. “NO, fair DANCINDA, no; you s… ”To calm my care and mitigate my p… “If all my sighs, my cares, can fa… ”Ah! sooth me not with fruitless v…

To that dear nymph, whose pow’rful… Does every throbbing nerve inflame (As the soft sound I low repeat, My pulse unequal measures beat), Whose eyes I never more shall see…

Where I enjoy in contemplative ch… Lutes, laurels, seas of milk, and… Through shining crowds you now mak… With sideling bow and golden key; While wrapped in spleen and easy-c…

So sung the poet in a humble strai… With empty pockets, and a head in… Where the soft clime inclin’d the… And past’ral images inspir’d the b… Apollo listen’d from his heav’nly…

SMILINDA and CARDELIA.… THE bassette-table spread, the ta… Why stays SMILINDA in the dres… Rise, pensive nymph! the tallier s… SMILINDA.

Is it to me this sad lamenting str… Are Heaven’s choicest gifts besto… A plenteous fortune and a beauteou… Your love rewarded, and content yo… Yet, leaving her, ’tis me that you…

Her palace plac’d beneath a muddy… And such the influence of the dull… The carrier’s horse above can scar… Here chose the goddess her belov’d… Which Phoebus tries in vain to pe…

In ancient days when every brute To humble privilege had right; Could reason, wrangle, or dispute, As well as scratch, and tear, and… When Phoebus shone his brightest…

Think not this paper comes with va… To move your pity, or to mourn th’… Too well I know that hard obdurat… No softening mercy there will take… Nor can a woman’s arguments prevai…

Read, lovely nymph, and tremble no… I have no more to wish, nor you to… I ask not life, for life to me wer… And death a refuge from severer pa… My only hope in these last lines…

DANCINDA. “ NO, fair DANCINDA, no ; you… ” To calm my care and mitigate my… “ If all my sighs, my cares, can f… ” Ah! sooth me not with fruitless…

Born to be slaves, our fathers fre… And with their blood the precious… We their mean offspring our own bo… And, born to freedom, for our chai…