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,

What various hindrances we meet In coming to a mercy seat! Yet who that knows the worth of pr… But wishes to be often there? Prayer makes the darken’d cloud wi…

When Aulus, the nocturnal thief,… Of Hermes, swift-wing’d envoy of… Hermes, Arcadia’s king, the thief… Who when an infant stole Apollo’s… And whom, as arbiter and overseer

O God, whose favorable eye, The sin-sick soul revives, Holy and heavenly is the joy Thy shining presence gives. Not such as hypocrites suppose,

Here Johnson lies, a sage by all… Whom to have bred, may well make… Whose prose was eloquence, by wisd… The graceful vehicle of virtuous t… Whose verse may claim, grave, masc…

Sun! stay thy course, this moment… Suspend the o’er flowing tide of d… Divulge not such a love as mine, Ah! hide the mystery divine; Lest man, who deems my glory shame…

Ease is the weary merchant’s praye… Who ploughs by night the Ægean flo… When neither moon nor stars appear… Or faintly glimmer through the clo… For ease the Mede with quiver gra…

Breathe from the gentle south, O… And cheer me from the north; Blow on the treasures of thy word, And call the spices forth! I wish, Thou knowest, to be resig…

A needle, small as small can be, In bulk and use surpasses me, Nor is my purchase dear; For little, and almost for nought As many of my kind are bought

What Nature, alas! has denied To the delicate growth of our isle… Art has in a measure supplied, And winter is deck’d with a smile. See, Mary, what beauties I bring

Charles—and I say it wond’ring—th… That I who once assum’d a scornfu… And scoff’d at love, am fallen in… (Full many an upright man has fall… Yet think me not thus dazzled by t…

What virtue, or what mental grace But men unqualified and base Will boast it their possession? Profusion apes the noble part Of liberality of heart,

I was a grovelling creature once, And basely cleaved to earth: I wanted spirit to renounce The clod that gave me birth. But God hath breathed upon a worm…

Enamour’d, artless, young, on fore… Uncertain whither from myself to f… To thee, dear Lady, with an humbl… Let me devote my heart, which I h… By certain proofs not few, intrepi…

In language warm as could be breat… Thy picture speaks the original my… Not by those looks that indicate t… They only speak thee friend of all… Expression here more soothing stil…