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,...
Light of the World, and Ruler of the Year, With happy Speed begin Thy great Career; And, as Thou dost thy radiant Journeys run, Through every distant Climate own,...
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,...
Sure Cloe Just, and Cloe Fair Deserves to be Your only Care: But when You and She to-day Far into the Wood did stray, And I happen'd to pass by; Which way did You cast your Eye?...
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?...
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....
Beyond the fix'd and settl'd Rules Of Vice and Virtue in the Schools, Beyond the Letter of the Law, Which keeps our Men and Maids in Awe, The better Sort should set before 'em...
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...
The bewailing of man's miseries hath been elegantly and copiously set forth by many, in the writings as well of philosophers as divines; and it is both a pleasant and a profitable contemplation....
Why, Harry, what ails you? why look you so sad? To think and ne'er drink will make you stark mad. 'Tis the mistress, the friend, and the bottle, old boy, Which create all the pleasure poor mortals enjoy;...
Love! inform thy faithful creature How to keep his fair one's heart; Must it be by truth of nature, Or by poor dissembling art? Tell the secret, show the wonder, How we both may gain our ends;...