Divine Thalia strike th’ Harmonio… But with a Stroke so Gentle as ma… The silent gliding of the Howers, Or yet the calmer growth of Flowe… Th’ ascending or the falling Dew,

Tell me thou safest End of all ou… Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee… Thou gentle drier o’th’ afflicteds… Thou noble ender of the Cowards F… Thou sweet Repose to Lovers sad d…

1 We deem them moderate, but En… 2 What barely will suffice, and… 3 Who say, (O Jove) a competenc… 4 Neither in Luxury, or Want we… 5 But what is that, which these…

[I.] Arise my Dove, from mid’st of Pot… Thy sully’d Habitation leave, To Dust no longer cleave, Unworthy they of Heaven, that wil…

Seest thou younder craggy Rock, Whose Head o’er-looks the swellin… Where never Shepherd fed his Floc… Or careful Peasant sow’d his Grai… No wholesome Herb grows on the sa…

Afflicted upon her Son, My Lord… So the renowned Ithacensian Queen In Tears for her Telemachus was s… When leaving Home, he did attempt… Of rageing Seas, to seek his abse…

On BILLINDA. Wanton Bellinda loudly does compl… I’ve chang’d my Love of late into… Calls me unconstant, cause I now… The chast Marcella, that lov’d he…

1 In that so temperate Soil Arc… 1 For fertile Pasturage by Poet… 2 Stands a steep Hill, whose lo… 3 Casts o’er the neighbouring P… 4 Close at its mossie Foot an a…

Melibæus, Alcippe, Asteria, Lic… Melibæus. Welcome fair Nymphs, m… Distemp’ring Heats do now the Pla… But you may sit, from Sun securel… If you an old mans company not fea…

While yet it was the Empire of th… And Stars still check’r’d Darknes… From Temples round the cheerful B… But with the Peales a churlish St… I slumbr’d; and the Heavens like…

Amintor. Stay gentle Nymph, nor s… To fly his sight that still would… With other Swaines I see thee oft… Content to speak, and hear what th… But I unhappy, when I e’re draw n…

Return my dearest Lord, at length… Let me no longer your sad absence… Ilium in Dust, does no more Work… No more Employment for your Wit o… Why did not the fore-seeing Gods…

On GALLA. Now liquid Streams by the fierce… As solid as the Rocks from whence… Now Tibers Banks with Ice united… And it’s firm Stream may well be…

As you are Young, if you’l be als… Danger with Honour court, Quarrel… Believe you then are truly Brave… To Beauty when no Slave, and less… When Vertue you dare own, not thi…

Behold, dear Mother, who was late… Disarm’d and Harmless, I present… The Tongue ty’d up, that made all… And which so often did our Greatn… No Terror sits upon his Awful Br…