His lamp, his bow, and quiver laid aside, A rustic wallet o'er his shoulders tied, Sly Cupid, always on new mischief bent, To the rich field and furrow'd tillage went;...
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;...
Frank carves very ill, yet will palm all the meats; He eats more than six, and drinks more than he eats. Four pipes after dinner he constantly smokes, And seasons his whiffs with impertinent jokes:...
Tway Mice, full Blythe and Amicable, Batten beside Erle Robert's Table. Lies there ne Trap their Necks to catch, Ne old black Cat their Steps to watch. Their Fill they eat of Fowl and Fish;...
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,...
Hans Carvel, impotent and old, Married a lass of London mould. Handsome? Enough; extremely gay; Loved music, company, and play: High flights she had, and wit at will, And so her tongue lay seldom still;...
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....
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:...
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:...
As the Chameleon, who is known To have no colours of his own, But borrows from his neighbour's hue His white or black, his green or blue, And struts as much in ready light,...
It always has been a thought discreet To know the company you meet; And sure there may be secret danger In talking much before a stranger. Agreed: what then? Then drink your ale;...
While we to Jove select the holy victim Whom apter shall we sing than Jove himself, The god for ever great, for ever king, Who slew the earthborn race, and measures right...
Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo's tree, And all the cavern shakes! Far off, far off, The man that is unhallow'd: for the god, The god approaches. Hark! he knocks; the gates...
Lords, knights, and squires, the numerous band That wear the fair Miss Mary's fetters, Were summoned by her high command To show their passions by their letters.
Dear Chloe, how blubber'd is that pretty face; Thy cheek all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd: Prythee quit this caprice; and (as old Falstaff says) Let us e'en talk a little like folks of this world. ...