What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
bard bear beauty better bluſh BOOK brandy charms courts cries dear death died dine divine Doctor drink EPIGRAM equal eyes face fair fall fate fear firſt FRENCH gave give grace GREEK hand happy head hear heart herſelf himſelf Jove joys juſt LADY laſt late laughs leave leſs lies LINES live look Lord LOVER maid marry mind moſt muſt ne'er neighbour never o'er once pity pleaſe Poet poor Pope pretty quoth replies rich ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſmiles ſome ſoon ſtill ſuch tears tell thee There's theſe thine thing thoſe thou thought town true twill Venus verſe Whoſe wife wine wiſe wonder writes WRITTEN YOUNG youth
Page 164 - In merry old England it once was a rule, The King had his Poet, and also his Fool : But now we're so frugal, I'd have you to know it, That Cibber can serve both for Fool and for Poet.
Page 139 - Duke was just come to town — His station despising, unaw'd by the place, He flies from his God to attend on his Grace. To the Court it was fitter to pay his devotion, Since God had no hand in his Lordship's promotion.
Page 124 - Beneath this stone lies Katherine Gray, Changed from a busy life to lifeless clay; By earth and clay she got her pelf, And now she's turned to earth herself. Ye weeping friends, let me advise,— Abate your grief, and dry your eyes; For what avails a flood of tears? Who knows but in a run of years, In some tall pitcher or broad pan, She in her shop may be again...
Page 133 - Thro' every road of human life. Fair wifdom regulates the bar, And peace concludes the wordy war : At home aufpicious mortals find Serene tranquillity of mind ; All-beauteous nature decks the plain, And merchants plough for gold the main : Refpeft arifes from our ftore, Security from being poor : More joys the bands of hymen give ; Th...
Page 143 - Seven wealthy towns contend for Homer dead, Through which the living Homer begged his bread.
Page 74 - Lefliia firft I faw fo heavenly fair, With eyes fo bright, and with that awful air, I thought my heart, which durft fo high afpire, As bold as his who fnatch'd ceeleftial fire.
Page 42 - I NEVER knew a sprightly fair That was not dear to me; And freely I my heart could share With every one I see. It is not this or that alone On whom my choice would fall: I do not more incline to one Than I incline to all. The circle's bounding line are they; Its centre is my heart; My ready love, the equal ray That flows to every part.
Page 105 - Whilst in the dark on thy soft hand I hung, And heard the tempting Siren in thy tongue, What flames, what darts, what anguish I endur'd ! But when the candle enter'd I was cur'd.