WEEPING, murmuring, complaining… Lost to every gay delight; MYRA, too sincere for feigning, Fears th’ approaching bridal night… Yet, why impair thy bright perfect…

’TWAS you, or I, or he, or all t… ’Twas one, both, three of them, th… This, I believe, between us great… You, I, he, wrote it not—'twas Ch…

TRANSLATED ARMIES of box that sportively e… And mimic real battles in their ra… Pleased I recount; how, smit with… Two mighty Monarchs met in advers…

THIS tomb, inscrib’d to gentle P… May speak our gratitude, but not h… What heart but feels his sweetly-m… That leads to truth through pleasu… Celestial themes confess’d his tun…

SACRED TO THE MEMORY… THE PRINCESS DOWAGER O… AIR—TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe;

FOR you, bright fair, the nine ad… And tune my feeble voice to sing t… The heartfelt power of every charm… Who can withstand their all-comman… See how she moves along with every…

JOHN TROTT was desired by two… To tell them the reason why asses… ‘An’t please you,' quoth John, 'I… Nor dare I pretend to know more t… Howe’er, from this time I shall n…

When lovely woman stoops to folly, And finds too late that men betray… What charm can soothe her melancho… What art can wash her guilt away? The only art her guilt to cover,

Good people all, of every sort, Give ear unto my song; And if you find it wondrous short, It cannot hold you long. In Islington there was a man

AH me! when shall I marry me? Lovers are plenty; but fail to rel… He, fond youth, that could carry m… Offers to love, but means to decei… But I will rally, and combat the…

HERE lies poor Ned Purdon, from… Who long was a bookseller’s hack; He led such a damnable life in thi… I don’t think he’ll wish to come b…

MADAM, I read your letter with all that a… require, but after all find so muc… my indignation, that I cannot help… I am not so ignorant, Madam, as n…

WELL, having stoop’d to conquer… And gain’d a husband without aid f… Still, as a Bar-maid, I could wis… As I have conquer’d him, to conqu… And let me say, for all your resol…

Good people all, with one accord Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word,— From those who spoke her praise. The needy seldom passed her door,

DESCRIPTION OF AN AU… WHERE the Red Lion flaring o’er… Invites each passing stranger that… Where Calvert’s butt, and Parsons… Regale the drabs and bloods of Dr…