This happy pair a certain bliss mi… Confin’d to constancy and mutual l… Heaven to one object limited their… The only safety faithless Nature… God saw the wand’ring appetite wou…

With toilsome steps I pass thro’… (No pack-horse half so tired of hi… And when this dirty journey will c… To what new realms is then my way… Say, then does the unbodied spirit…

Written extempore on a card, in… Hail, happy bride, for thou art tr… Three months of rapture, crown’d w… Merit like yours was Heav’n’s pec… You lov’d—yet tasted happiness sin…

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…

Let mules and asses in that circle… And proud of trappings toss a feat… Leave you the stupid business of t… Strive to be happy, and despise th… Come where the Graces guide the g…

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…

SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv… Wondrous to tell, and hard to be b… Oh! H——D, to my lays attention le… Hear how two lovers boastingly con…

Cease, fond shepherd—cease desirin… What you never must enjoy; She derides your vain aspiring, She to all your sex is coy. Cunning Damon once pursu’d her,

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…

When the proud Frenchman’s strong… Spread o’er Europe ruin and comma… Our sinking temples and expiring l… With trembling dread the rolling t… Destin’d a province to insulting…

ROXANA from the court retiring… Sigh’d her soft sorrows at St. J… Such heavy thoughts lay brooding i… Not her own chairmen |w^th^| more… They groan the cruel load they’re…

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…

Quis multa gracilis te puer in… For whom are now your airs put on, And what new beauty’s doom’d to be… That careless elegance of dress, This essence that perfumes the win…

In two large columns on thy motley… Where Roman wit is strip’d with E… Where ribaldry to satire makes pre… And modern scandal rolls with anci… Whilst on one side we see how Hor…

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…