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A distant friend I mourn, whose high desert    `On an absent friend a fragment'  Such friendship's use, and such its sweet employ.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 70 
A painter once there lived (as stories say)  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `A fable'  At least a Titian or a Veronese.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 130 
A set of phrases learnt by rote  Swift, Jonathan  `The furniture of a woman's mind'  So, holla boys; God save the King.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 113 
Ah Celia while with studious care    `To Celia'  Since its beauties ever last.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 233 
All attendants apart  Soaper, Miss [ ]  `Repentance' [11 July 1730; pr. Dodsley 1758]  And do penance in shape of a wife.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 224 
Amindst a herd of learned fools  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  [Horace, Ode I.xxxiv]  Amid the blaze of day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 80 
And must we, dear Belinda, bid adieu,    `The farewell to the Spring Gardens'  And from their souls, exclude each glimpse of joy.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 141 
As much as fairest lilies does surpass    `...Solomon's songs' [translated by `a gentleman']  Adorn'd with graces, more than half divine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 89 
As wrapped in death-like sleep Xantippe lay    `From the London Mag: Sept. 1740 Xantippe redivia'  Nor make a toil of that which gives us pleasure.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 33 
At lowest ebb of fortune when you lay  Harv., [ ]  `Harv. Juvenal'  And wonted happiness returns no more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 151 
At midnight when the fever rag'd    `An ode...Jany. 22 1732'  And charmed my soul to rest.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 56 
Awake, oh wretched man, awake;    `Ne sis tantus cessatur, ut calcaribus indigeas. Exercise at Trinity College, Cambridge'  And cheerfully like her thy task pursue.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 11 
Beauty alone how frail! It blows today    `On Miss D__n of Camberwell__London Mag: Octr. 1744'  Her presence too shall crown the blessing there.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 160 
Behold how Papal Wright with lordly pride  Baker, [ ]?  `On the Presbyterian clergy 1736'  As once to charm the ear and mend the heart.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9 (attr. [ ] Baker)  p. 150, p. 152, p271-2 
Belinda, see from yonder flowers    `On snatching a kiss'  Which you inhumanely would starve.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 91 
Blest be the man! His memory at least  Winchilsea, Anne Finch, countess  `Lines in praise of the invention of writing...by a lady'  Nor her soft heart in chains of pearls been tied.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 57 
[Both kind and fortunate the year began]  Gould, Robert  `On the death of Queen Mary pub: 1695' [two extracts]  The great, the good, the just Maria's gone.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 219, p. 223 
By your Honor's command an example I stand    `Upon a cat of nine-tails'  Oh, save me from this that has nine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 233 
Can love be controll'd by advice    `The modest question'  We may always find time to grow old.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 275 
Can man possess a greater curse  M., J.  `Spoken extempore'  And not enjoy the power to taste.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 81 
Cease, zealots, cease to blame these heavenly lays    `On Mr. Handel's new oratorio [The Messiah] performed at the Theater Royal Covent Garden...Daily advertiser Mar. 31. 1743'  T'exalt the soul from earth, and make, of hell, a heaven.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 100 
Celia, since blest with every grace  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `A song...altered'  So well adorn'd before.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 114 
Closed in this earth's voracious womb  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Epitaph' [on his father?]  And meet his Savior in the skies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 112 
Come Favonius! Spread thy wing    `Wrote in an alcove in Vauxhall Gardens'  Kisses sweet as those you bring.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 139 
Complaints like ours in Ramah's Vale was heard  Tate, Nahum  `Elegy on Dr. Tillotson pub. 1695'  Once more applaud her pious monarch's choice.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 235 
Consider, dear Chloe, how time flies away;    `A song'  And love me today__for tomorrow we die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 23 
Cydonia! See each brilliant fair  Dyer, R. (1743)  `To Cydonia. An invitation to Vauxhall Gardens' `Daily Advertiser Augt. 4, 1743'  Leaves every sense of pain behind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 66 
Cyriac, this three years day, these eyes, though clear,  Milton, John  `Milton's account of his blindness'  Content, though blind, had I no other guide.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 83 
Daphnis a youth adorn'd with ev'ry charm  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Cantata'  In the poet's deathless lays.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 86 
Dear Chloe, while the busy crowd  Cotton, Nathaniel  `The fireside'  And smooth the bed of death.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 233 
Earl's voice once good, now almost lost through age    `On Salters' Hall lecturers in 1757'  He scorns the Savior and derides his grace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 273 
England of late of glorious state    `A song [Peace of Utrecht] 1713'  Why St. Johns Abigail and Harley.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 227 
Farewell proud city; of unequall'd fame  Scott, Thomas, `dissenting minister of Ipswich'  `Verses...when leaving London'  And in my brest, a bridegroom's joy renew.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 60 
Father of all, in every age  Pope, Alexander  `The universal prayer'  All nature's incense rise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 1 
Five hundred pounds!__too small a boon    `An epigram...the Duchess Dowager of Marlborough had offered 500 l. to the poet who should best...honor...the late Duke...from the Old Whig, Sept. 16, 1736'  It would not buy the paper.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 77 
Fled is the Aubrey urn hue from Bromia's hair,    `On an old lady, who powdered her grey locks'  Which friendly nature has, unasked, allowed her?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 23 
Fo;ly in any I despise  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Sit doctissima conjux  And if she's wise she'll hold her peace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 114 
For God's sake hold your tongue, and let me love,  Donne, John  `The canonization'  A pattern of your love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 6 
Forbear thy grave advice, and let me love  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Paraphrased from Dr. Donne'  That for your sake poor Tony fled and died.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 6 
Freed from his keepers, thus with broken reins,    `The similitude of an horse from Homer's Iliads'  Before his ample chest the frothy waters fly.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 51 
From beauty's queen, and Bacchus ever young    `An epigram on the gout' [couplet]  The gout an offspring maimed and crippled sprung.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 107 
Go lovely girl and live in ease,  F., J. (1754)  `The silent farewell' [17 Feb. 1754]  He'd live obscure, and die forgot.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 269 
Go mighty prince and those great nations see  Garth, Sir Samuel  `To...the Duke of Marlborough; on his going into Germany Nov. 30: 1712'  To shine in peace or war, and be again admired.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 229 
Go on, brave soldier! Venus is thy guide!    `London Mag. Novr: 1743' [on Col. Mentzel etc.]  Europe in safety may defy the French.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 118 
Grant me, Gods, a little seat,    `A little wish...from the Old Whig' [15 Jan. 1735/6]  When I ask a little more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 73 
Great guardian of my feeble frame,  Sheppard, Mrs., of Holborn  `Hymn...on her return to England, after a dangerous voyage'  Her song of love and praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 67 
Great was the thought, his statue to conceive    `On viewing Mr. Handel's statue in Vauxhall Gardens' [subscribed `X' in the Daily Advertiser, 17 Aug. 1743]  That his own statue to his strains must move.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 104 
Ha! For orders designed  Canton, John, `partner of S. Watkins in Spittle Square'  `On the author of [T2812], pub: in the Gent: Mag.'  And waits for the orders of Chloe.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 88 
Hail, patriot youth! Lost in life's bloom    `On Edmund late Duke of Buckingham...extempore' [1735]  Who Britain loves, shall drop a tear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 263 
He's gone the bright way that his honor directs him    `By a lady when her lover went with King William to the Battle of the Boyne'  For he looks like a god and he moves as commanding.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 245 
Health to his best belov'd her lover sends  Scott, Thomas, `dissenting minister of Ipswich'  `An epistle...to his wife'  And leave no traces of themselves behind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 239 
How blessed is he, who leads a country life  Dryden, John  [extract from `Epistle to John Dryden', pr. 1700]  God never made his work for man to mend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 17 
How brimful of nothing's the life of a beau    `The life of a beau sung by Mrs. Clive'  Such, such is the life of a beau.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 31 
How firm the managed war-horse keeps his ground.    `The docility of a horse'  And when to stop; and when to charge the foes.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 51 
How vain is man! How flutt'ring are his joys!    `Select reflections on the uncertainty of all sublunary enjoyments'  Or never hope to meet with happy days.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 218 
I, Apollo's kind aid don't require  Motteux, Peter, `junr.'  `Miss R__d. a burlesque song'  So poetent the charms of Miss R__d...(incomplete).  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 143 
I dreamt that buried in my native clay    `Pulvis et umbra sumus...a nobleman's dream' [1735]  That is thy rotting place, and this is mine.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 237 
I must confess that I was somewhat warm,  S[ ]an, T.  `Mr. C__y's apology'  And teeth are useless, where there's naught to eat.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 103 
I prithee cease to chide my harmless love,  Hawkins, Sir John (1719-89)  `Sonnet, imitated from Dr. Donne' with `improvements since by the author'  Than the calm joys of inoffensive love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 8 
I would not in my love too soon prevail  King, Henry  `Epigram from Petronius' [Saturae xv. 9. Couplet]  An easy conquest makes the purchase stale.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 116 
If the quick spirit, Delia in your eye    `To Delia'  They furnish motives strong for present love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 105 
Ill fortune presses hard, and love severe,    `On a poor lover' [couplet]  I suffer hunger, love I cannot bear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 87 
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf    `Apemantus's grace'  Great men sin, and I eat root.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 31 
In dayes of yore, by fasting, watching, prayer    `The lady's weekly preparation. Watch and pray'  Thus modishly are said to watch and pray.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 105 
In life with what surprising turns we meet,    `Epigram. on one Mrs. Justice convicted of shoplifting'  Or truth believe, when justice is unjust.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 97 
In search of wisdom far from wit I fly  Philips, Ambrose  [pr. The guardian, 22 Aug. 1713]  And, wed with wisdom, lead a happy life.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 55 
In true good epigrams two virtues meet    `On epigams' [couplet]  For 'tis their glory to be short and sweet.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 107 
In vain Argyll, with godlike virtue stood    `On...the Duke of Argyll, London Mag: Oct. 1743'  He wakes, sees England sleep, and straight he dies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 106 
In vain Philander at my feet  Hawkins, Sir John (1719-89)  `Song...set...by Mr. Boyce...1741' [with copies of Boyce's letters, 6 and 13 Nov. 1741]  Which I before possess'd?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 2 
Interred here lies a hundred years and four    `Epitaph...Ellesmere, Shropshire, on William Parks, Gentleman's magazine June 1751'  By nature good, the age's wonder died.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 218 
Look round the habitable world, how few      But, when we have our wish, we wish undone?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 49 
Maecenas whose high lineage monarchs grace  Pike, John  `Horace Lib. I Ode i'  My head sublime shall to the stars aspire.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 74 
Mark surly Thrasymed with stern grimace  Pike, John  `The contrast'  The joys unspeakable of doing well.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 72 
Mira! Your charms inspire my lays  Motteux, Peter, `junr.'  `To Mira. A song'  And cause a lasting peace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 129 
My dear Alexis ah in vain    `Delia to Alexis'  She spoke, and speaking quickly died!  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 91 
My head and my purse had a quarrel of late    `Epigram on a rake'  But surely the head had a vacuum first.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 101 
My numbers, once as my fresh honors gay    `Verses...by a gentleman in Dublin upon the various changes of fortune'  Too strong to fall, remains as fixed as fate.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 79 
My sickly spouse, with many a sigh    `Epigram'  Twas heav'ns will, to spare my wife.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 109 
My soul the minutes haste away  Brown, S.  `A thought on sickness and death'  How wilt thou be affected then...[incomplete]  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 159 
My soul was racked with love's severest care    `From The vision, a poem on Maria who stabbed herself'  Died with remorse, lived in despair, yet loved.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 263 
My verse is satire. Dorset lend your ear.  Young, Edward  `[Edward] Young's love of fame'  The happy only are the truly great.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 151 
Nature a thousand ways complains,    `Spoken on waking out of a dream...London Mah: Jan. 1743'  And very small ones. Ha, ha, he.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 52 
Night's dismal shades once more are fled,    `Morning hymn. Gent. Mag. July 1735'  My tongue his constant praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 106 
No more let Italy, with scornful pride  Hawkins, Sir John (1719-89)  `Daily Advr...Feb: 21: 1741: to Mr. John Stanley'  And spread thy luster o'er thy native land.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 69 
Now sable night concludes the day,    `Evening hymn' [pr. Gentleman's magazine, July 1735]  But ever live, and wake and sing.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 110 
Oft, when soft sleep has closed a wretch's eyes    `The comparison. London Mag: Oct. 1744'  Was fancied joy and visionary bliss.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 160 
Oh be thou blest with all that heaven can send!  Milner, R.  `On Miss S. G. birthday Feb: 24th 1731/2' [imitation of A. Pope to Mrs. Blount]  And meet thy Milner in the life to come.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 243 
Oh death! Thou pleasing end to human woe!    `From the Gent. Mag. 1731' [on Miss Fanny Braddock at Bath]  Nor your false charms allure and cheat the brave.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 13 
Oh gratitude, do thou inspire  Yeo, Richard  `From the Grubstreet journal. 1732' [on William Chesselden, surgeon; written aged 12]  And I'll bless my God for Chesselden.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 23 
Oh Lord thy angry strokes we feel  Scott, Thomas, `dissenting minister of Ipswich'  `Hymn...Decr. 15. 1745'  We meekly leave to Thee.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 152 
Oh weep! Nor blush to weep  Scott, Thomas, `dissenting minister of Ipswich'  [on `Daniel Meadows M.D. at Ipswich', d. 4 Oct. 1744]  Thy virtue's praise. But who can live them o'er?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 153 
Oh! What a midnight curse has he, whose side    `On a learned wife'  For breaking Priscian's, breaks her husband's head.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9 (attr. Dryden)  p. 118 
Oh what pain it is to love    `A dying farewell to Celia' [from `the Lady's curiosity...No. 7: Vol. 1: 1738'  and none but you can save me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 61 
On Sion's mount while Chloe keeps her court    `Chloe at Tunbridge'  The joys of friendship, and the sweets of love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 241 
Once Delia slept on easy moss reclined    `On a swain'  Condemn me shepherds, if I did amiss.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 55 
Oppressed with pain see fair Eliza lies  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `On a lady's recovery from sickness...Gentleman's magazine'  And brighter glories crown the smiling day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 90 
Our grandams of old were so piously nice    `On the ladies' hoops and hats. An epigram' [published 10 Sept. 1719]  How their steps they reveal, and oblige the lewd eye...[incomplete].  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 131 
Painter, enough! Thy finished task give o'er  Mercier, [ ]  `On Miss Nowell's picture...by Mr. Mercier, London Mag: Octr. 1743'  Bless the dear nymph, and bless the painter too.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 108 
Perhaps on me in gay pursuits employ'd    `An epitaph'  That all mankind may wish that you did live.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 29 
Philip of Macedon, for fear    `A prescription for the cure of pride'  Remember, sir, you're but a boy.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 113 
Poets had, formerly, not only bread    `...in Westminster Abbey...Daily Advertiser June 24: 1743'  Honor dead bards, and let the living staarve.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 273 
Presumptuous mortal! Have thy curious feet  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  [fragment]  Bedropped with stars, that form his splended train?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 132 
Proud of whole sheets of tedious nothings full    `Upon a copy of verses'  He would be thought the Pindar of the times.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 227 
Reader, if thou canst read at all, thou'lt find    `Epitaph on a lady's lap-dog'  That for her species' sake thus greatly fell?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 63 
Saunt'ring with merry Jack of late    `Epigram'  You err, cries Jack, he always bows.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 109 
See how the just the virtuous and the strong    `An epitaph...copied from a tombstone in Enfield churchyard, May 3d 1752'  Reflect, dpart, and learn to die.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 220 
Since first the sock or buskin strove to move  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `On Mr. Quin'  Not given but witnessed by applauding hands.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 74 
Since, not even kings themselves the privilege have    `A funeral poem to the memory of Mrs. Holmes' [d. 1729 or 1730]  Which in one constant course will always flow.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 62 
Since you can boast that heavenly face    `To a young lady'  Am still denied a cure?  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 35 
Soldier, complete in bravery and art;    `On the death of the duke of Argyll...London Mag: Octr. 1743'  When they few guardian sons are snatched away.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 104 
Soon as the morn salutes your eyes    `Pious rules for daily practice...London Mag: 1743'  If you ask it do neglect.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 50 
Stop, hasty traveller, see who lies here:  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Epitaph...on his mother'  Or all the trophies of the vulgar great.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 112 
Support me, heaven! Is that the nymph divine    `The troubled fair...London Mag: Jan: 1743]  Hangs down its heavy head, and sickens on the plain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 52 
Sure Heav'n in pity will awhile refrain  Pike, John  `A fragment'  A wretched suppliant, and his wrath forbear.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 72 
Sylvia now your scorn give over    `A song'  Truth good Madam 'twon't with me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 87 
That which her slender waist confined  Waller, Edmund  `On a girdle from Mr. Waller's poems in the 23rd year of his age' [pr. Poems, 1645]  Take all the rest the sun goes round.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 85 
The bold pretender's oft caress'd      Whilst modest merit fails.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 154 
The church which William saved was Mary's care  Stepney, Mr. (1694)  `On the death of Queen Mary'  And Europe owns her peace from his victorious hand.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 231 
The day was fixed, the nuptial band prepare  B., A.  `Epigram'  And death, instead of Cupid, point his dart.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 103 
The fiery courser, when he hears from far  Dryden, John  `From Virgil' [Georgics iii.130; pr. Fourth part of Miscellany poems, 1694]  He bears his rider headlong on the foe.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 51 
The god Vertumnus lov'd Pomona fair  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Cantata the 6th by Mr. Forster Webb'  Alas! in vain we try.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 96 
The Queen to dust__how doleful is the sound    `An epitaph on Queen Caroline' [1737]  Can furnish such a pomp for death no more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 69 
The snows are gone, and genial spring once more  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `Horace imitated' [Ode IV.vii]  His dear Pirithous from th'infernal chain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 84 
The word of a thief when he comes for your purse  Hawkins, Sir John (1719-89)  `A rebus' [on John Stanley]  Is enough to direct you to where he resides.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 100 
They cried, no wonder such celestial charms    [Helen of Troy]  She speaks a goddess, and she walks a queen.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 85 
This friendly waistcoat keeps my body warm    `Spoken extempore by a soldier' [on flannel waistcoats given by the Quakers to soldiers during the Rebellion, 1745]  and fight for those whose creed forbids to fight.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 267 
Those ills your ancestors have done  Roscommon, Wentworth Dillon, earl  `The two following stanzas...were repeated to [a] person who complained of the times' [imitation of Horace, Ode III.vi]  And drowned in friendly bowls that labor of the day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 55, 57 
Thou good old man! Accept this envious praise  M., L.  `To the author of a letter in the Miscellany Jan: 18: 1735'  Supremely happy in the realms above.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 93 
Thou power supreme, by whose command I live  Carter, Elizabeth  `In diem natalem' [pr. in Poems on particular occasions, 1738]  And take my soul expiring to thy arms.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 5 
Though Boreas' blasts, and Neptune's waves,    `An epitaph in Stepney churchyard on Capt. John Dunch' [1696, and at St. Michael's Bristol, on James Muncaster, 12 Sept. 1713]  My admiral [general] Christ to meet.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 29 
Though great's the loss, fiar Albion cease to mourn,    `The royal mourning fan addressed to Britannia' [Q. Anne, 1714]  Your guardian genius now, as late your Queen.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 87 
Though much caress'd I am, now in my prime    `Engraved on a dog's collar'  His faithful mastiffs soon would clear the fold.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 35 
Through the dark vale of misery    `From the Old Whig June 16: 1737'  Or heal my soul's deep wound.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 5 
Thus Adam looked when from the garden driven  Young, Sir William  `Extempore'  His Eve went with him, but mine stayed behind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 239 
Thus must thy flesh to silent dust descend    `An epitaph in Bunhill burying ground on Mrs. Mary Harris'  Believe, repent, and work while it is day.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 158 
Time is the effect of motion born a twin;    `On time'  The future's but a length behind the past.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 62 
Tis dreadful to behold the setting sun    [couplet]  I niether fear the scorn, nor court the praise.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 85 
Tis hard to say, if greater want of skill  Pope, Alexander  `An essay on criticism. Written in the year 1709'  Not free from faults, nor yet too vain to mend.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 231 
Tis not the tomb in marble polished high    `An epitaph. Bromham, Wilts.'  Who robbed us, living; and insults us dead.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 106 
Tis not to fortune that I make my prayer.  Ryder, [ ], `the apothecary's son of Bishopsgate Street'  `The wish...Gent: Mag:'  I'd live and die nor envy silver Thames.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 88 
To craft deceit and selfishness inclin'd    `The character of A: B:'  And still the tongue runs counter to the heart.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 229 
To enliven my fancy great Bacchus I'd choose      In love, wine and music to pass time away.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 89 
To extort (unwilling Celia!) from thy fear    `Epigram to Celia'  Tell him, you'll mind him, when he'as kept his word.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 111 
To my dear wife  Phillibrown, Thomas?  `The will of Mr Matthew A__y who died at Cambridge in New England 1731...for many years bed-maker...to the College'  And so I think to leave it.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 17 
To no assemblies will I bend my feet    `The character of some dissenting ministers'  The dome re-bellows, and the temple shakes.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 158 
To solitude, but such as ne'er inspired  Tate, Nahum  [extract from Mausoleum, 1695, `on the death of Queen Mary']  Her form, I lose her in excess of light.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 217 
To thee dear miss, this trifling toy I send  P., T.  `To Miss J. R....Sep: 12: 1740'  And unconcerned, view her instability.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 129 
To William Callway, now at Lyme    `A direction of a letter...Nov: 1. 1736'  Oh that we yet could say, that it were not!  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 79 
Too modest bard! With enigmatic veil  Y., [ ]  [on `Mr. Foster Webb having pub: some enigmas...Gent: Mag:' [subscribed `Y']  Burst through the gloom, and brighten into flame.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 90 
Unfathomed Essence, universal Mind,  Webb, Foster  `D. O. M.' [written in his last sickness]  That inbred happiness the virtuous know.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 142 
Unlike your Oxford strains my lays shall prove    `A letter to a lady at Oxford'  No more I'd [envy(?)] then the turtle dove.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 95 
Warned and made wise by others' flame  Lansdown, of Biddeford, George Granville, baron (1667-1735)  [`To Myra'; pr. Works 1732]  That first, or last, we all must love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 93 
We here are invited to a Zodiac of mirth  Brown, [ ]  `At an entertainment at Dr. Flamstead's, the famous astrologer in Greenwich'  And Capricorn he shall supply us with cargo.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 107 
Weep not, for that's too poor a grief    `An ode on the death of Miss ___'  To peace secure, and perfect love.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 81 
What can for strength to steel compare    `On love'  But cruel love enchains the mind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 89 
What dreadful judgments threaten this our isle?    `On the death of John, duke of Argyll' [1743]  Walpole still lives; and thou art dead, Argyll.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 104 
What sounds are these? What energy divine,    `The old Whig July 3 1735...To the Revd. Mr. Pyle'  Doubt not to taste what thou describest so well.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 71 
What ways I take to win a female prize?  Y., K.  `In the Daily Advertiser. March: 24: 1743'  And my whole soul be filled with love and you.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 54 
When ancient worthies did resign their breath    `An elegy on...Humphrey Parsons...thrice Lord Mayor of London'  We have some left that shine with splended ray [incomplete?]  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 37 
When Anna was the Church's daughter    `By a dignified clergyman' [1705]  She leaves her daughter in the lurch.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 235 
When Delia did her heavenly notes impart    `Epigram on [a] gentleman whose thigh was put out of joint...'  Like him the blessing to reward my pain.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 99 
When God Almighty had his palace fram'd    `On purgatory'  To find out a defect in God's creation.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 9 
When Lesbia first I saw so heavenly fair  Congreve, William  [song, pr. Works, 1710]  And what her eyes enthralled, her tongue unbound.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 235 
When modest Lelia's downcast eyes    `To Lelia. A song...London mag: Jan: 1743'  Which at their feet I pay.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 54 
When poets of old, had mind to rehearse    `To Delia'  As you're sweeter than these, so you're fairer than those.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 65 
When sad Britannia feared of late    `On Mr. Walpole's recovery' [1710]  To hang up honest Harley.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 225 
When wise Ulysses from his native coast  Pope, Alexander  `Argus' [in a letter to Henry Cromwell, 19 Oct. 1709; pr. Curll's Miscellanies, 1727]  Owned his returning lord, looked up, and died.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 101 
When York to Heaven shall lift one solemn eye  Wharton, Philip, 1st duke?  `The whens' [c. 1725]  And think of love and politics no more.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 223 
While bunkers attending the archbishop's door    `Epigram'  Concluded 'twas plain they wanted his grace.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 111 
While Caroline to learning just    `On Sir Isaac Newton's busto, Durham Jan. 27 1734-5'  Of adamant she builds her own.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 109 
While others barter ease for state  Hawkins, Sir John (1719-89)  `Cantata 4th in the manner of Anacreon' [pr. with setting by John Stanley]  And mingle in the spritely dance.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 94 
While pensive on the lonely plain  Webb, Foster (1722-43/4)  `A song'  Ev'n barren deserts would delight.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 82 
While the good priest with eyes devoutly closed    `Epigram' [subscribed `Fuscus']  Your rule is, you should watch as well as pray.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 99 
Why, Phyllis, when I ease implore,    `To Phyllis a song'  That little shall content me.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 65 
With fond attention, Earl, our grandsires long    `On [Salter's Hall Lectures in 1757]'  The piddling Deist scorns and scorns the enthusiast's dreams.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 273 
With thee forever I in woods could rest  Cowley, Abraham  `A swain to his mistress'  And from a desert banish solitude.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 53 
Would Pluto take it in his head    `From the Daily advertiser Feb. 3. 1741...address to a certain great man' [R. Walpole]  By slaves he awed with British yoke!  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 29 
Ye cursed fields that saw my Strephon slain  Pike, John  `Verses'  On the cold ground a senseless corpse he lies.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 78 
Ye muses, hail the royal dame    `An ode presented to the...Prince and Princess of Wales in Richmond Gardens on...6 May 1736'  Were born to bless mankind.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 247 
Ye scribblers seek some sycophant at court    `Against flattering writers'  And never leave him till you've sucked him dry.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 235 
Young Chloe, once the gayest maid    `The forsaken maid...by a young lady in Northumberland'  Who all his thoughts employs.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 117 
Your looks my dear are so engaging,    `Made extempore'  I die with pleasure! while I'm gazing.  Bodley  Eng. poet. c. 9  p. 89