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Finish these langours! Oh! I’m si… Of dying airs, I know the trick; Long since I’ve learn’d to well e… Th’unmeaning cant of fire and pain… And see through all the senseless…
Solvitur acris hyems grata vice… Sharp winter now dissolv’d, the li… The grateful breath of pleasing Z… The welcome joys of long-desired s… The galleys now for open sea prepa…
How happy is the harden’d heart, Where interest is the only view! Can sigh and meet, or smile and pa… Nor pleas’d, nor griev’d, nor fals… Yet, have they truly peace of mind…
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…
Ungodly papers ev’ry week Poor simple souls persuade That courtiers good for nothing ar… Or but for mischief made. But I who know their worthy heart…
A Parody on Rowe’s Ballad, “D… By the side of a half-rotten wood Melantha sat silently down, Convinc’d that her scheme was not… And vex’d to be absent from Town.
Be plain in dress, and sober in yo… In short, my deary, kiss me! and b…
Unhappy fair, by fatal love betray… Must then thy beauties thus untime… And all thy blooming, soft, inspir… Become a prey to Death’s destruct… Though short thy day, and transien…
Wisdom, slow product of laborious… The only fruit that life’s cold wi… Thy sacred seeds in vain in youth… By the fierce storm of passion tor… Should some remain in a rich gen’r…
The Doctor in a clean starch’d ba… His Golden Snuff box in his hand, With care his Di’mond Ring displa… And Artfull shews its various Ray… While Grave he stalks down——Stree…
To all you ladies now at Bath, And eke, ye beaux, to you, With aching heart, and wat’ry eyes… I bid my last adieu. Farewell ye nymphs, who waters sip
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…
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…
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…
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,