Fire, Water, Woman, are Man's Ruin; Says wise Professor Vander Bruin. By Flames a House I hir'd was lost Last Year: and I must pay the Cost. This Spring the Rains o'erflow'd my Ground:...
Since hired for life, thy servile Muse must sing Successive conquests and a glorious King; Must of a man immortal vainly boast, And bring him laurels whatsoe'er they cost,...
The train of equipage and pomp of state, The shining sideboard and the burnish'd plate, Let other ministers, great Anne, require, And partial fall thy gift to their desire....
While blooming youth and gay delight Sit on thy rosy cheeks confess'd, Thou hast, my dear, undoubted right To triumph o'er this destined breast. My reason bends to what thy eyes ordain;...
What can I say? What Arguments can prove My Truth? What Colors can describe my Love? If it's Excess and Fury be not known, In what Thy Celia has already done? ...
Fair Susan did her wif-hede well menteine, Algates assaulted sore by letchours tweine; Now, and I read aright that auncient song, Olde were the paramours, the dame full yong. ...
Full oft doth Matt. with Topaz dine, Eateth baked meats, drinketh Greek wine: But Topas his own worke rehearseth, And Matt. mote praise what Topaz verseth. Now shure as priest did e'er shrive sinner,...
Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere vitae, Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis Arctoa florens sophia, Samiisque superbus Discipulis, animas morte carere cano. Has ego corporibus profugas ad sidera mitto;...
Beneath a Myrtle's verdant Shade As Cloe half asleep was laid, Cupid perch'd lightly on Her Breast, And in That Heav'n desir'd to rest: Over her Paps his Wings He spread: Between He found a downy Bed,...
While cruel Nero only drains The moral Spaniard's ebbing veins, By study worn, and slack with age, How dull, how thoughtless is his rage! Heighten'd revenge he should have took,...
I have no hopes, the Duke he says, and dies. In sure and certain hopes, the prelate cries: Of these two learned peers, I pr'ythee say, man, Who is the lying knave, the priest or layman?...
Ye careful Angels, whom eternal Fate Ordains, on Earth and human Acts to wait; Who turn with secret Pow'r this restless Ball, And bid predestin'd Empires rise and fall:...
Out from the injured canvas, Kneller, strike These lines too faint; the picture is not like. Exalt thy thought, and try thy toil again: Dreadful in arms, on Landen's glorious plain...