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…

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…

Since you, Mr. H**d, will marry b… Accept of good wishes for that ble… May you fight all the day like a d… And yet ev’ry year produce a new b… Fal la!

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…

See how the pair of billing doves With open murmurs own their loves; And, heedless of censorious eyes, Pursue their unpolluted joys; No fears of future want molest

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…

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,

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…

At length, by so much importunity… Take, C——, at once, the inside of… This stupid indiff’rence so often… Is not owing to nature, to fear, o… I am not as cold as a virgin in le…

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…

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…

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…

Written at Fourteen Years of… Where, lovely Goddess, dost thou… In what remote and silent shade? Within what cave or lonely cell? With what old hermit, or unpractis…

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…