Matthew met Richard, when or wher… From story is not mighty clear: Of many knotty points they spoke, And pro and con by turns they too… Rats half the manuscript have ate;

Nanny blushes when I woo her, And with kindly chiding eyes Faintly says I shall undo her; Faintly, O, forbear! she cries. But her breasts while I am pressi…

As Cloe came into the Room t’othe… I peevish began; Where so long co… In your Life-time You never regar… You promis’d at Two; and (pray lo… A Lady’s Watch needs neither Fig…

Strephonetta, why d’ye fly me, With such rigour in your eyes: Oh! ’tis cruel to deny me, Since your charms I so much prize… But I plainly see the reason

Some kind angel, gently flying, Moved with pity at my pain, Tell Corinna I am dying Till with joy we meet again. Tell Corinna, since we parted

Once on a time, in sunshine weathe… Falsehood and Truth walk’d out to… The neighbouring woods and lawns t… As opposites will sometimes do: Through many a blooming mead they…

Fire, Water, Woman, are Man’s Ru… Says wise Professor Vander Bruin… By Flames a House I hir’d was lo… Last Year: and I must pay the Co… This Spring the Rains o’erflow’d…

Apollo. Abate, fair fugitive, abate thy sp… Dismiss thy fears, and turn thy be… With kind regard a panting lover v… Less swiftly fly, less swiftly I’…

Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop Thy head into a tin-man’s shop? There, Thomas, didst thou never s… ('Tis but by way of simile) A squirrel spend his little rage

Tune - 'Lady Isabella’s Tragedy.… Of Nero, tyrant, petty king, Who heretofore did reign In famed Hibernia, I will sing, And in a ditty plain.

To me ’twas given to die; to thee… To live: alas! one moment sets us… Mark! how impartial is the will of…

When Cloe’s Picture was to Venus… Surpriz’d, the Goddess took it fo… And what, said She, does this bol… When was I Bathing thus, and Nak… Pleas’d Cupid heard, and check’d…

The sturdy man, if he in love obta… In open pomp and triumph reigns: The subtle woman, if she should su… Disowns the honour of the deed. Though he for all his boast is for…

While cruel Nero only drains The moral Spaniard’s ebbing veins… By study worn, and slack with age, How dull, how thoughtless is his r… Heighten’d revenge he should have…

When poets wrote and painters drew As Nature pointed out the view, Ere Gothic forms were known in Gr… To spoil the well-proportion’d pie… And in our verse ere Monkish rhym…