Gay Bacchus liking Estcourt’s Wi… A noble Meal bespoke; And for the Guests that were to D… Brought Comus, Love, and Joke. The God near Cupid drew his Chai…

In the st season of the infant ear… When all from Chaos took their or… When mankind from the hand of heav… All pure & white ere vice had… But evry act with innocence indu’d

Vast was his soul some favorite ab… Whose bolder pencil made a boy of… A boy he thought him lovers less t… Who barter all things for a crop o… He wisely too his roving pow’r bes…

As Celia with her Sparrow playd She took a glass unseen Her mouth she filld & while he billd She spirts ye liquor in

From the bleak Beach and broad ex… To lofty Salem, Thought direct th… Mount thy light chariot, move alon… And end thy flight where Hezekiah… How swiftly thought has pass’d fro…

Have mercy mercy Lord on us & grant thy blessed grace Direct us in ye way of life By th’ sunshine of thy face So all the nations on the earth

My days have been so wondrous free… The little birds that fly With careless ease from tree to tr… Were but as bless’d as I. Ask gliding waters, if a tear

Now early shepheards ore ye meadow… And print long foot-steps in the g… The Cows unfeeding near the cotta… By turns obedient to the Milkers… Or loytring stretch beneath an Oa…

What ancient times (those times we… Have left on long record of woman’… What morals teach it, and what fab… What author wrote it, how that aut… All these I sing. In Greece they…

Time Sire of years unwind thy lea… & still the past recall to pre… Spread forth its circles, swiftly… But where an action’s nobly sung b… There stop & stay for me whose…

Let those love now, who never lov’… Let those who always lov’d, now lo… The Spring, the new, the warb’lin… The youthful Season of reviving Y… In Spring the Loves enkindle mutu…

The Persians us’d at setting of y… To howl, as if he nere again shoul… They onely acted it but we indeed Must doot for all that lovely was… all that was great good Just &…

Where Creditors their bankrupt de… Where men for want of coin to dura… & are for being wretched made… Where poor W—G—could months abide When all his creditt would not him…

For Nothing Lucy never plays ye w… Thats true’€”for Lucy ever pays b…

With Moral tale let Ancient wisdo… Which thus I sing to make ye mode… Strong Neptune once with sage Min… And rising Athens was the Victors… By Neptune Plutus guardian Powr…