What could luxurious woman wish fo… To fix her joys, or to extend her… Their every wish was in this Mary… Gay, witty, youthful, beauteous, a… Vain, useless blessings with ill-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…

Written January 1718 in the Ch… Give me Great God (said I) a Lit… in Summer shady, & in Winter… where a cool spring gives birth to… by Nature slideing down a mossy R…

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…

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…

Though I never got possession, ’Tis a pleasure to adore; Hope, the wretch’s only blessing, May in time procure me more. Constant courtship may obtain her,…

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

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…

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…

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…

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…

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…

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,

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…

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…