Thy elder Look, Great Janus, cast Into the long Records of Ages past: Review the Years in fairest Action drest With noted White, Superior to the rest; Aera's deriv'd, and Chronicles begun...
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? ...
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....
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;...
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,...
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he does his creed, That you and I, sir, are extremely great; Though I plain Mat, you minister of state....
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,...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And from the soft duns of my landlord the Quaker,
From chiding the footmen and watching the lasses,...
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:...
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....
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:...