Rich, thou hadst many lovers—poor,… So surely want extinguishes the fl… And she who call’d thee once her p… And her Adonis, now inquires thy… Where wast thou born, Socicrates,…

The saints should never be dismay’… Nor sink in hopeless fear; For when they least expect His ai… The Saviour will appear. This Abraham found: he raised the…

(Proverbs, VIII. 22-31) “Ere God had built the mountains, Or raised the fruitful hills; Before he fill’d the fountains That feed the running rills;

Hastings! I knew thee young, and… While young humane, conversable, a… Nor can I well believe thee, gent… Now grown a villain, and the worst… But rather some suspect, who have…

God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no go… Gold is a blessing only lent, Repaid by giving others food. The world’s esteem is but a bribe,

Would my Delia know if I love, le… My last thought at night, and the… With my prayers and best wishes pr… Let her guess what I muse on, whe… I stride o’er the stubble each day…

Could Homer come himself, distres… And tune his harp at Rhedicina’s… The rich old vixen would exclaim,… ‘Begone! no tramper gets a farthin…

Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn’d the Gospel too; The types and figures were a glass…

(Hebrews, IV.2) Israel in ancient days Not only had a view Of Sinai in a blaze, But learn’d the Gospel too;

Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave Fast by their native shore.

Learn ye nations of the earth The condition of your birth, Now be taught your feeble state, Know, that all must yield to Fate… If the mournful Rover, Death,

Oh happy shades—to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest… And heart that cannot rest, agree! This glassy stream, that spreading…

Farewell, false hearts! whose best… Like shallow brooks which summer s… Forgetful of the man whom once ye… Cold in his cause, and careless of… I bid you both a long and last adi…

Austin, accept a grateful verse fr… The poet’s treasure, no inglorious… Loved by the Muses, thy ingenuous… Pleasing requital in my verse may… Verse oft has dashed the scythe of…

By whom was David taught To aim the deadly blow, When he Goliath fought, And laid the Gittite low? Nor sword nor spear the stripling…