Dear Howard, from the soft assaults of love Poets and painters never are secure; Can I untouch'd the fair one's passions move, Or thou draw beauty, and not feel its power? ...
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;...
In awful pomp and melancholy state, See settled Reason on the judgement-seat; Around her crowd Distrust, and Doubt, and Fear, And thoughtful Foresight, and tormenting Care;...
Quoth Richard in jest looking wistly at Nelly, Methinks child you seem something round in the belly. Nell answer'd him snappishly, how can that be, When my husband has been more than two years at sea?...
Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man's shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never see ('Tis but by way of simile) A squirrel spend his little rage In jumping round a rolling cage?...
If wine and music have the power To ease the sickness of the soul, Let Phoebis every string explore, And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl: Let them their friendly aid employ...
In vain you tell your parting lover You wish fair winds may waft him over Alas! what winds can happy prove That bear me far from what I love? Alas! what dangers on the main...
When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, As full of Champagne as an egg's full of meat, He waked in the boat, and to Charon he said, He would be row'd back, for he was not yet dead....
Que fais tu bergere dans ce beau verger Tu ne songe gueres a me soulager? Tu connois ma flamme, tu vois ma langueur, Prens belle inhumaine pitie de mon coeur.
Did sweeter Sounds adorn my flowing Tongue, Than ever Man pronounc'd, or Angel sung: Had I all Knowledge, Human and Divine, That Thought can reach, or Science can define;...
Heavy, O Lord, on my thy judgements lie; Accursed I am while God rejects my cry. O'erwhelm'd in darkness and despair I groan, And every place is hell, for God is gone....
In Heav'n, one Holy-day, You read In wise Anacreon, Ganymede Drew heedless Cupid in, to throw A Main, to pass an Hour, or so. The little Trojan, by the way, By Hermes taught, play'd All the Play. ...
It oft to many has successful been Upon his arm to let his mistress lean, Or with her airy fan to cool her heat, Or gently squeeze her knees, or press her feet. All public sports to favour young desire,...