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Page 119 - Be to her virtues very kind ; Be to her faults a little blind ; Let all her ways be unconfin'd ; And clap your padlock — on her mind.
Page 28 - Gather all the fmiling hours ; Such as with friendly care have guarded Patriots and kings in rightful wars ; Such as with conqueft have rewarded Triumphant viftors' happy cares ; Such as ftory has recorded Sacred to Naflau's long renown, For countries fav'd, and battles won.
Page 111 - tis his fancy to run ; At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come: No matter what beauties I saw in my way; They were but my visits, but thou art my home.
Page 23 - tis thus complain, Since you appear'd upon the plain; You are the cause of all my care: Your eyes ten thousand dangers dart: Ten thousand torments vex my heart: I love, and I despair.
Page 111 - ... tis his fancy to run, At night he declines on his Thetis's breast. So, when I am wearied with wandering all day, To thee, my delight, in the evening I come : No matter what beauties I saw in my way ; They were but my visits, but thou art my home ! Then finish, dear Chloe, this pastoral war, And let us like Horace and Lydia agree ; For thou art a girl as much brighter than her, As he was a poet sublimer than me.
Page 111 - Chloe, and what I write, shows The difference there is betwixt nature and art: I court others in verse; but I love thee in prose: And they have my whimsies; but thou hast my heart.
Page 8 - Cheeks confest ; Thou hast, my Dear, undoubted Right To triumph o'er this destin'd Breast. My Reason bends to what thy Eyes ordain ; For I was born to Love, and Thou to Reign. II. But would You meanly thus rely On Power, You know I must Obey ? Exert a Legal Tyranny...
Page 376 - With honour take her back again ? From hence I logically gather, The woman cannot live with either. Now, I have two right...
Page 358 - Note here, Lucretius dares to teach (As all our youth may learn from Creech) That eyes were made but could not view, Nor hands embrace, nor feet pursue, But heedless Nature did produce The members first, and then the use : What each must act was yet unknown, Till all is mov'd by Chance alone.