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Algaret antient Autumn bards beauties Behold Belisarius birds bright Britons charms clouds Corsica court crown'd dart dear divine Dryads ease elves envy eyes FABLE fair fame fate fays flame flowers form'd foul FRANCIS FAWKES gale glowing Goddess gout grace green grove Haste hate head heart heaven honour hopes HORACE hour John Pitt kind labour leaves lise lise's lov'd lyre maid mind Morpheus Muse Nature's Needle Nereids nymphs o'er once pain passions peace Pimpern plain pleasing pleasure poets Pompey praise pride Psecas queen race rage rills rise round sage sase scene sear seast seet semale shade shine silent sing skies smile song swains sweet swift tears thee thine thou thought thro trees trembling Truth Twas Vex'd virtue Vitruvian wanton WILLIAM WOTY winds wine wisdom wise woods wretch youth
Page 3 - Griping misers, nightly waking, See the end of all your care ; Fled on wings of our own making, We have left our owners bare.
Page 93 - Twas from the bottle King deriv'd his wit, Drank till he could not talk, and then he writ. Let no coiPd ferjeant touch the facred juice, But leave it to the bards for better ufe : Let the grave judges too the glafs forbear, Who never fing and dance but once a year. This truth once known, our poets take the hint...
Page 56 - Her venerable dress of ancient years ; Where all the charms of chance with order meet The rude, the gay, the graceful, and the great. Here aged oaks uprear their branches hoar, And form dark groves, which Druids might adore ; With meeting boughs, and deepening to the view, Here shoots the broad umbrageous avenue : Here various trees compose a chequer'd scene, Glowing In gay diversities of green : There the full stream thro" intermingling glades Shines a broad lake, or falls in deep cascades.
Page 83 - tis ftrange, dear fir, that this fhould be In you amufement, but a fault in me. All this is bare refining on a name, To make a difference where the fault's the fame. My father fold me to your fervice here, For this fine livery, and four pounds a year.
Page 89 - That moving (hade, that pendant at his ear, That two-legg'd dog, ftill pawing on the peer. Studying his looks, and watching at the board, He gapes to catch the droppings of my lord ; And, tickled to the foul at...
Page 110 - Nay, though fhe licks the Ruins, all her Cares Scarce mend the Lumps, and bring them but to Bears. Ye Country Vicars, when you preach in Town A Turn at Paul's, to pay your Journey down, If you would fhun the...
Page 109 - Againft church power at vifitations bawl ? Or talk about damnation at Whitehall ? Harangue the Horfe-guards on a cure of fouls ? Condemn the quirks of Chancery at the Rolls ? Or rail at hoods and organs at St.
Page 4 - Yearly in our course returning, Messengers of shortest stay ; Thus we preach this truth concerning, Heav'n and earth shall pass away. On the tree of life eternal, Man, let all thy hopes be staid ; Which alone, for ever vernal, Bears a leaf that shall not fade.
Page 7 - When the fruit makes the branches bend down with its load , In our orchard furrounded with pales : In a bed of clean ftraw let our apples be ftow'd, For a tart that in winter regales. When the vapours that rife from the earth in the morn Seem to. hang on its...
Page 58 - Suck'd by the lharper, to the peer a prey, He rolls his eyes that witnefs huge difmay ; When lo ! the chance of one unlucky heat, Strips him of game, ftrong beer, and fweet retreat. How aukward now he bears difgrace and dirt, Nor knows the poor's laft refuge, to be pert.— * Clavileno.