My banks they are furnish’d with b… Whose murmur invites one to sleep; My grottos are shaded with trees, And my hills are white-over with s… I seldom have met with a loss,

How blithely pass’d the summer’s d… How bright was every flower! While friends arrived in circles g… To visit Damon’s bower! But now, with silent step I range

When first, Philander, first I ca… Where Avon rolls his winding stre… The nymphs, how brisk, the swains,… To see Asteria, queen of May! The parsons round her praises sung…

Perhaps it is not love, said I, That melts my soul when Flavia’s… Where wit and sense like hers agre… One may be pleased, and yet be fre… The beauties of her polish’d mind

Let Sol his annual journeys run, And when the radiant task is done, Confess, through all the globe, 't… To match the charms that Celia sh… And should he boast he once had se…

’Tis by comparison we know On every object to bestow Its proper share of praise Did each alike perfection bear, What beauty, though divinely fair,

Health to my friend, and many a ch… Around his seat may peaceful shade… Smooth flow the minutes, fraught w… And, till they crown our union, ge… Ah me! too swiftly fleets our vern…

Have you ne’er seen, my gentle Sq… The humours of your kitchen fire? Says Ned to Sal, 'I lead a spade… Why don’t ye play?-the girl’s afra… Play something-anything—but play—

Martial. O Fortune! if my prayer of old Was ne’er solicitous for gold, With better grace thou may’st allo… My suppliant wish, that asks it no…

Ah! ego non aliter tristes evincer… Optarem, quam te sic quoque velle… On every tree, in every plain, I trace the jovial spring in vain; A sickly langour veils mine eyes,

Thy verses, friend! are Kiddermin… And I must own you’ve measured ou…

What village but has sometimes see… The clumsy shape, the frightful mi… Tremendous claws, and shagged hair Of that grim brute yclept a bear? He from his dam the learn’d agree,

Why mourns my friend? why weeps hi… That eye where mirth, where fancy,… Thy cheerful meads reprove that sw… Spring ne’er enamell’d fairer mead… Art thou not lodged in Fortune’s…

Adieu, ye jovial Youths! who join To plunge old Care in floods of w… And, as your dazzled eyeballs roll… Discern him struggling in the bowl… Nor yet is hope so wholly flown,

Ask not the cause why this rebelli… Loads with fresh curses thy detest… Ask not, thus branded in my softes… Why stands the flatter’d name, whi… ’Tis not, that in my shed I lurk…