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…

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…

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…

For ever blest be that prolific br… Which can such stores of images co… Thus the charg’d trees, with bloom… Shed their fair blossoms with prof… So swells the brook with heav’n de…

From this vile town, immers’d in s… To you who brighten in a purer air… Your faithful friend conveys her t… (Though now perhaps neglected and… May blooming health your wonted mi…

By the side of a glimmering fire, Melinda sat pensively down, Impatient of rural esquire, And vex’d to be absent from Town. The cricket, from under the grate,

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…

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…

Good Madam, when ladies are willi… A man must needs look like a fool; For me, I would not give a shilli… For one who would love out of rule… You should leave us to guess by yo…

Though old in ill, the traitor sur… Some secret sting transfix his gui… Though bribes or favour may protec… Or fear restrain invectives on his… None 'quits himself—his own impart…

FLAVIA. THE wretched FLAVIA on her cou… Thus breath’d the anguish of a wou… A glass revers’d in her right hand… For now she shun’d the face she so…

Roxana from the court retiring lat… Sigh’d her soft sorrows at St. J… Such heavy thoughts lay brooding i… Not her own chairmen wth more weig… They groan the cruel load they’re…

You see in ancient Rome what foll… A folly British men would have di… Here’s none so weak to pity Cato’… Who might have liv’d, and had a ha… But rashly vain, and insolently gr…

Confess, dear Laelius! pious, jus… Some self-content does in that bos… When you reflect, as sure you some… What talents Heaven does to thy v… While with contempt you view poor…

L’Homme qui ne se trouve point… The man who feels the dear disease… Forgets himself, neglects to pleas… The crowd avoids, and seeks the gr… And much he thinks when much he lo…