At dead of night, when stars appear, And strong Bootes turns the Bear, When mortals sleep their cares away, Fatigued with labours of the day, Cupid was knocking at my gate;...
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;...
Let 'em Censure: what care I? The Herd of Criticks I defie. Let the Wretches know, I write Regardless of their Grace, or Spight. No, no: the Fair, the Gay, the Young Govern the Numbers of my Song....
Of all that William rules, or robe Describes, great Rhea, of thy globe, When or on posthorse or in chaise, With much expense and little ease, My destin'd miles I shall have gone,...
In sullen Humour one Day Jove Sent Hermes down to Ida's Grove, Commanding Cupid to deliver His Store of Darts, his total Quiver; That Hermes shou'd the Weapons break, Or throw 'em into Lethe's Lake....
Sly Merry Andrew, the last Southwark fair; (At Bartholomew he did not much appear, So peevish was the dict of the Mayor) At Southwark, therefore, as his tricks he show'd,...
When Nell, given o'er by the doctor, was dying, And John at the chimney stood decently crying, 'Tis in vain said the woman to make such ado, For to our long home we must all of us go. ...
Reader, I was born, and cried; I crack'd, I smelt, and so I died. Like Julius Caesar's was my death, Who in the senate lost his breath. Much alike entomb'd does lie The noble Romulus and I:...
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,...
Resolve Me, Cloe, what is This: Or forfeit me One precious Kiss. 'Tis the first Off-spring of the Graces; Bears diff'rent Forms in diff'rent Places; Acknowledg'd fine, where-e'er beheld;...
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?...
While faster than his costive brain indites Philo's quick hand in flowing letters writes; His case appears to me like honest Teague's, When he was run away with by his legs....
The Trojan swain had judged the great dispute, And beauty's power obtain'd the golden fruit, When Venus, loose in all her naked charms, Met Jove's great daughter clad in shining arms,...