#Irish #XVIIICentury
IN IMITATION OF DEAN SW… LOGICIANS have but ill defin’d As rational, the human kind; Reason, they say, belongs to man, But let them prove it if they can.
... But where to find that happiest sp… Who can direct, when all pretend t… The shudd’ring tenant of the frigi… Boldly proclaims that happiest spo…
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…
SAY, cruel IRIS, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering shall I make… Expressive of my duty? My heart, a victim to thine eyes,
('Imitated from the Spanish’.) SURE ’twas by Providence design’… Rather in pity, than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, bl… To save him from Narcissus’ fate.
WHAT! five long acts—and all to… Our authoress sure has wanted an a… Had she consulted 'me’, she should… Her moral play a speaking masquera… Warm’d up each bustling scene, and…
PRESERVED BY MACROBIUS. WHAT! no way left to shun th’ in… And save from infamy my sinking ag… Scarce half alive, oppress’d with… What in the name of dotage drives…
SACRED TO THE MEMORY… THE PRINCESS DOWAGER O… AIR—TRIO. ARISE, ye sons of worth, arise, And waken every note of woe;
’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…
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,
‘Enter’ MRS. BULKLEY, ‘who curtsies very low as beginnin… Then enter’ MISS CATLEY, ‘who stands full before her, and c… MRS. BULKELEY.
MAN SPEAKER. FAST by that shore where Thames’… Reflects new glories on his breast… Where, splendid as the youthful po… He forms a scene beyond Elysium b…
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…
‘Turn, gentle hermit of the dale, And guide my lonely way, To where yon taper cheers the vale With hospitable ray. ’For here, forlorn and lost I tre…
