In sullen Humour one Day Jove Sent Hermes down to Ida’s Grove, Commanding Cupid to deliver His Store of Darts, his total Qu… That Hermes shou’d the Weapons br…

But shall we take the Muse abroad… To drop her idly on the road, And leave our subject in the middl… As Butler did his Bear and Fiddl… Yet he, consummate master, knew

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

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

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…

Solomon, again seeking happiness, inquires if wealth and greatness can produce it: begins with the magnificence of gardens and buildings; the luxury of music and feasting; and proceeds ...

That all from Adam first began, None but ungodly Whiston doubts, And that his son and his son’s son Were all but ploughmen, clowns, an… Each when his rustic pains began

Love! inform thy faithful creature How to keep his fair one’s heart; Must it be by truth of nature, Or by poor dissembling art? Tell the secret, show the wonder,

Here reading how fond Adam was be… And how by sin Eve’s blasted char… Our common loss unjustly you compl… So small that part of it which you… You still, fair mother, in your of…

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

MY noble, lovely, little Peggy, Let this my First Epistle beg ye, At dawn of morn, and close of even… To lift your heart and hands to H… In double duty say your prayer:

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;

Fast by the banks of Cam was Coli… (Ye Nymphs, for every guard that… To Wimple’s woody shade his way h… (Flourish those woods, the Muses’… As whilom Colin ancient books had…

Whither would my passion run? Shall I fly her, or pursue her? Losing her I am undone, Yet would not gain her to undo her… Ye tyrants of the human breast,

Cloe beauty has, and wit, And an air that is not common; Every charm in her does meet, Fit to make a handsome woman. But we do not only find