Silvia, let’s from the Crowd reti… For, What to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all that here we see? Apart we’ll live, tho’ not alone;

In such a Night, when every loude… Is to its distant Cavern safe con… And only gentle Zephyr fans his W… And lonely Philomel, still waking… Or from some Tree, fam’d for the…

No sooner, FLAVIO, was you gone… But, your Injunction thought upon… ARDELIA took the Pen; Designing to perform the Task, Her FLAVIO did so kindly ask,

Silvia, let us from the crowd reti… For what to you and me (Who but each other do desire) Is all that here we see? Apart we’ll live, though not alone…

WITH such a Pulse, with such dis… Such lab’ring Breath, as thy Dise… With failing Eyes, that scarce th… (So long unclos’d, they’ve watch’d… To his Hephaestion Alexander writ…

Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, ‘Mongst paths so lost and trees so… That the world may ne’er invade

This is to the crown and blessing… The much loved husband of a happy… To him whose constant passion foun… To win a stubborn and ungrateful h… And to the world by tenderest proo…

Reputation, Love, and Death, (The Last all Bones, the First a… The Midd’st compos’d of Restless… From each other wou’d Retire; Thro’ the World resolv’d to stray…

FOR Socrates a House was built, Of but inferiour Size; Not highly Arch’d, nor Carv’d, no… The Man, ’tis said, was Wise. But Mob despis’d the little Cell,

To the Superior World to Solemn… To Regions where Delights shall n… To Living Springs and to Celesti… For change of pleasure not Protec… To Blissfull Harmonys o’erflowing…

When such a day, blesst the Arcad… Warm without Sun, and shady witho… Fann’d by an air, that scarsly ben… Or wav’d the woodbines, on the sum… The Nymphs disorder’d beauty cou’…

A Greedy Heir long waited to fulf… As his Executor, a Kinsman’s Wil… And to himself his Age repeated o… To his Infirmities still adding m… And nicely kept th’ Account of th…

Eph. What Friendship is, ARDE… Ard. ’Tis to love, as I love You… Eph. This Account, so short (tho’… Suits not my enquiring Mind. Therefore farther now repeat;

Mary of Modena D. 1718 {1} Dark was the shade where only cou’… Disasterous Yew that ever baleful… Distructive in the field of old wh… Gloomy o’er graves of sleeping war…

POOR River, now thou’rt almost d… What Nymph, or Swain, will near t… Since brought, alas! to sad Decay… What Flocks, or Herds, will near… The Swans, that sought thee in th…