On hospitable thoughts intent To me the Inner Temple sent An invitation, A garden party 'twas to be, And I accepted readily And with elation; Good reason too, but oft the seeds...
Neobule, yesternight Saw I thee in beauty dight, On thy head a myrtle spray Cast its shadow as the day By the stars was put to flight. Twining on thy temples white...
Not in contempt but to our sport inclined Smile on us, shades of Judges short and tall Portrayed on windows of the Temple Hall; There was a time that ye grave thoughts resigned,...
Woe to the house whose mistress was a slave! So say old saws, my own in aid I crave; Woe to the court whose judge once spake for fees, Though he were readier than Isocrates!...