Thou art my God, sole object of m… Not for the hope of endless joys a… Nor for the fear of endless pains… Which they who love thee not must… For me, and such as me, thou deign…

Thou who shalt stop, where Thames… Shines a broad Mirror thro’ the s… Where ling’ring drops from min’ral… And pointed Crystals break the sp… Unpolish’d Gems no ray on Pride b…

When other fair ones to the shades… Still Chloe, Flavin, Delia, stay… Those ghosts of beauty wandering h… And haunt the places where their h…

'Tis strange, the miser should his… To gain those riches he can ne’er… Is it less strange, the prodigal s… His wealth to purchase what he ne’… Not for himself he sees, or hears,…

What dire offence from am’rous cau… What mighty contests rise from tri… I sing—This verse to Caryl, Muse… This, ev’n Belinda may vouchsafe… Slight is the subject, but not so…

Pallas grew vapourish once, and od… She would not do the least right t… Either for goddess, or for god, Nor work, nor play, nor paint, nor… Jove frown’d, and, ‘Use,’ he crie…

Begone, ye Critics, and restrain… Codrus writes on, and will for eve… The heaviest Muse the swiftest co… As clocks run fastest when most le… What tho’ no bees around your crad…

Cardelia. The Basset—Table spread, the Tal… Why stays Smilinda in the Dressin… Rise, pensive Nymph, the Tallier… Smilinda.

When wise Ulysses, from his nativ… Long kept by wars, and long by tem… Arrived at last, poor, old, disgui… To all his friends, and ev’n his… Changed as he was, with age, and t…

Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the so… To heavenly themes sublimer strain… The mossy fountains, and the sylva… The dreams of Pindus, and the Aon… Delight no more —O thou, my voice…

As some fond virgin, whom her moth… Drags from the town to wholesome c… Just when she learns to roll a mel… And hear a spark, yet think no dan… From the dear man unwillingly she…

In beauty, or wit, No mortal as yet To question your empire has dared: But men of discerning Have thought that in learning

'Tis hard to say, if greater want… Appear in writing or in judging il… But, of the two, less dang’rous is… To tire our patience, than mislead… Some few in that, but numbers err…

All hail, once pleasing, once insp… Scene of my youthful loves and hap… Where the kind Muses met me as I… And gently press’d my hand, and sa… Take all thou e’er shalt have, a c…

But our Great Turks in wit must r… And ill can bear a Brother on the… II Wit is like faith by such warm Fo… Who to be saved by one, must damn…