How long, deluded Albion, wilt th… In the lethargic sleep, the sad re… By which thy close thy constant en… Has softly lull’d thee to thy woes… Or wake, degenerate isle, or cease…

Will Piggot must to Coxwould go, To live, alas! in want, Unless Sir Thomas say, No, no, Th’ allowance is too scant. The gracious knight full well does…

In vain, alas! poor Strephon trie… To ease his tortured breast, Since Amoret the cure denies, And makes his pain a jest. Ah! fair one, why to me so coy,

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

Nobles and Heralds, by your leave… Here lie the bones of Matthew Pri… A son of Adam and Eve: Let Bourbon or Nassau go higher.

Dictate, O mighty judge, what tho… Of cities and of courts, of books… And deign to let thy servant hold… Through ages, thus, I may presume… And from the transcript of thy pro…

Interr’d beneath this marble stone… Lie saunt’ring Jack and idle Joan… While rolling threescore years and… Did round this globe their courses… If human things went ill or well;

My Lord, Our weekly friends to-morrow meet At Matthew’s palace in Duke-stree… To try for once if they can dine On bacon-ham and mutton-chine.

While from our looks, fair nymph,… The secret passions of our mind; My heavy eyes, you say, confess A heart to love and grief inclined… There needs, alas! but little art

Fair Susan did her wif-hede well… Algates assaulted sore by letchour… Now, and I read aright that aunci… Olde were the paramours, the dame… Had thilke same tale in other guis…

Hah! how the laurel, great Apollo… And all the cavern shakes! Far of… The man that is unhallow’d: for th… The god approaches. Hark! he knoc… Feel the glad impulse, and the sev…

Since, Moggy, I mun bid adieu, How can I help despairing? Let cruel Fate us still pursue, There’s nought more worth my carin… ’Twas she alone could calm my soul

Dum studeo fungi fallentis munere… Adfectoque viam sedibus Elysiis Arctoa florens sophia, Samiisque… Discipulis, animas morte carere ca… Has ego corporibus profugas ad sid…

The merchant, to secure his treasu… Conveys it in a borrow’d name: Euphelia serves to grace my measur… But Cloe is my real flame. My softest verse, my darling lyre,

Let 'em Censure: what care I? The Herd of Criticks I defie. Let the Wretches know, I write Regardless of their Grace, or Spi… No, no: the Fair, the Gay, the Y…