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…

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

If age and sickness, poverty and p… Should each assault me with altern… I know mankind is destin’d to comp… And I submit to torment and fatig… The pious farmer, who ne’er misses…

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…

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…

Such were the lively eyes and rosy… Of Robin’s face, when Robin first… The gay companion and the fav’rite… Lov’d without awe, and without vie… His cheerful smile, and open hones…

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

How happy you! who varied joys pur… And every hour presents you someth… Plans, schemes, and models, all P… For six long months have gain’d up… Of collonades, of corridors you ta…

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…

In ancient days when every brute To humble privilege had right; Could reason, wrangle, or dispute, As well as scratch, and tear, and… When Phoebus shone his brightest…

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…

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…

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…

Her palace plac’d beneath a muddy… And such the influence of the dull… The carrier’s horse above can scar… Here chose the goddess her belov’d… Which Phoebus tries in vain to pe…

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…