Union First Line Index of English Verse
13
th
-19
th
Century (bulk 1500-1800)
Information
Search
Administrator Log in
Keyword Search
|
Help
Keyword
--------------------
First Line
Author
Title
Last Line
Shelfmark
Reference Nbr
Names
Translations
Musical Setting
Contains
Begins with
Exactly matches
Does not contain
AND
OR
Keyword
--------------------
First Line
Author
Title
Last Line
Shelfmark
Reference Nbr
Names
Translations
Musical Setting
Contains
Begins with
Exactly matches
Does not contain
AND
OR
Keyword
--------------------
First Line
Author
Title
Last Line
Shelfmark
Reference Nbr
Names
Translations
Musical Setting
Contains
Begins with
Exactly matches
Does not contain
Limit search to specific major repositories?
Beinecke Library (Yale)--Osborn Collection
Bodleian Library (Oxford)
British Library (handwritten 1895 index)
British Library (1894-2009 index)
ESTC (post-1700 only)
Folger Shakespeare Library
Houghton Library (Harvard)
Huntington Library
Leeds University Library--Brotherton Collection
STC (1559-1640 only)
Wing
Women only?
Sort by:
First Line, Author, Library
Author, Title, First Line, Library
Library, Shelfmark, Folio
Gender, Author, First Line
146 Records Found
First Line
Author
Title
Last Line
Library
Shelfmark
Folio
A friar died the other day;
`Epigram on the death of a friar. From the French' [cf. A330]
Below, no doubt you'd eat the devil.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 47
A moth! Prohibited to see
`Damon's desired to defer his visit for a month: a soliloquy'
For what we love, should never please too much.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 170
A studious mind must needs be vex'd
`The recluse and the impertinent. A fable'
Than when from coxcombs I am free.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 90
A vapour's life! My sands are almost run;
B., W. P.
`A thought in sickness'
Since joy eternal must be had through death.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 69
A word in your ear: these unmerciful times
`The Welshman's petition to a mercer then mayor of Oxford', and `Answer'
For she in secrets most delights.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 34
Adepts in nature lay this down for truth;
`On Delia's loss of a tooth'
Without one tooth I'd take thee to my arms.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 102
All sacred gold! Whose mighty power
`The power of gold'
Struggles, kiks, winces groans and dies.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 111
An aged swan, when death drew nigh
`The swan and the stork'
Sings and rejoices at his fate.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 141
An open heart, a generous mind
`The rake' [pr. Dodsley's collections 1755, attr. `a lady in New England']
Who love, lament him__but despise.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 174
Around me as I turn my wandering eyes
`A soliloquy in a churchyard'
And view again the long-extinguished day.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 177v
As mortals languish when the rays of light
`On a young lady taken ill at a ball'
With angels, who in charms she equalled here.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 32
Away, let naught to love displeasing,
Cooper, J. G.
`The rational lover'
And I go wooing in my boys.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 175
Before creating nature willed
`Guess and take me' [riddle on Nothing]
Fools read, and take me for your pains.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 25
Begone from me, ye vulgar throng
`Odi profanum vulgus etc. imitated'
And happiness I there shall find.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 132
Beneath this sculptured, pompous marble stone
`On viewing the tomb of Florio'
What you, and all the sons of earth, shall be.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 8v
Betty, who yet had looked on man
`On the nuptials of Joseph Smith, L.L.D. formerly on Queen's College, Oxford, with Miss Bourchier of Long Hanborough'
Fair Prosepine away.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 108
Celia, for many a circling year
`The conversion'
She spake, and hurried out of tow.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 1
Celia retired: 'twas time to rest;
`Pleasure, a dream'
She wakes and lo, 'twas all a dream.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 21
Chloe, a darling, favorite bitch
`Chloe's disaster'
To death a destined tender.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 13
Come Rosalinda, come and see
`To Rosalinda'
The envy of the human race.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 155
Consider friend Pitt, you whose cases well hit
`To a physician, who had the care of a female patient in love'
She'll still be a sickly Miss F__ke.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 55
Could I with thee in virtue vie
`An address to the sheep, whose skin, applied to Di St[one]hou[s]e's bowels, saved her life.
Even flesh that's in the grave.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 18
Cupid once having robbed a hive,
`In imitation of Theocritus' [Idyll xix]
After stolen sweets, the girls can tell.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 157
Curio's rich sideboard seldom sees the light;
`On a stingy beau'
For Curio dresses nothing, but himself.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 22
Dear child it makes me blush for shame
`Mamma's advice to her daughter on her eleventh birthday'
Increase in wisdom as in years you grow.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 52
Dear Sappho, tell me, why thy lyre
`On Miss Tr[olope]'s quiting her spinet and singing'
Thy silence 'tis which kills.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 31
Declined with age, no view of rising
`The curate and footman. A tale'
Are instruments of providence.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 70
Doctor, as you with artful skill,
`Advice to an apothecary'
Else she's a drug, will ne'er go off.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 24
Don't Aesop say a time was when
`The farmer, the mastiff and the fox: a fable'
His slaves oft hung to save himself.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 66
Don't think, my Dealia, fortune's smile
`Damon's profession of disinterested love'
Should ever be forgot.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 168
Dress is the female sole delight
`Fanny and the looking-glass'
For Fanny's brown and dusky face.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 27
Erst in the morn of time to heaven arose
Darwin, Dr. Erasmus
`A gentleman desires Miss Seward to characterize the frequenters of the Lichfield Assembly. He begins with her character'
And her eyes lighten, goddess, like thy own.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 86
Fair as the dawning light! Auspicious guest!
`On cheerfulness'
A grateful tribute of perpetual praise.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 127
Females in finery delight
`On female extravagance'
And wives do thus confound.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 167
Friendship, so much by sots professed
`On fashionable friendship'
To bubble one another.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 161
From rural cot the lines I write to you
`An epistle from a gentleman in the country to a young lady in town'
To make it Heaven naught I want but you.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 120
Full forty years, I think, are now expir'd,
`Damon complains to Delia of the infirmities of his age'
But fate has sheath'd it in eternal shade.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 96
Genteel is my Damon, engaging his air
Charlotte, queen consort of George III?
`Verses said to be written by Queen Chaarlotte in 1765'
Since the picture I've drawn is exactly the man.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 48
Guess, gentle ladies, if you can
`An enigma. A pinch of snuff'
And tickling, when you take it.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 114
Had Delia but her charms resigned
`To Delia inviting her deceived lover to her wedding'
To curs your wedding day.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 80
Has Delia lost an eye? Shed not a tear:
`On Delia's loss of an eye'
But dreaded death before from too great blaze.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 119
Here low in dust the vain Hortensio lies
`On seeing the monument of Hortensio'
And on his tomb all of Hortensio lives.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 8v
Here Myra lies within this massy tomb,
`On Myra's tomb, who died on her wedding day'
And hungry worms riot on her charms.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 6v
How charming's my Sylvia? Sweet her looks as the morn
`Sylvia's picture drawn by Damon'
What Waller, what Dryden, what Pope could ne'er do.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 49
How have I praised thy cheeks, where roses blow!
`To a lady who deceived the author by painting her face'
And when I praise thee next, shall praise thy hand.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 146
Hymen, great, mysterious power
`A petition to Hymen'
And records the happy pair.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 167v
I could have once sung down a summer's sun;
[lines on the title-page of `Lusus senilis']
Untun'd my soul for poetry or rhyme.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. iv
I have lost my mistress, horse and wife,
`On losses'
I am sorry for my horse.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 30
I've liv'd in pleasure: thus to live is gain;
`A principle of infidelity' and `Reason's answer'
And eaarly make virtue your choice.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 148
Ianthe the lovely, the joy of her swain,
Glanvill, John
`Ianthe and Iphis' [in Sloane 4455 among works of John King DD]
That they still might be kind, and still might be true.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 163
If from the luster of the sun
`The indifferent, wrote to a man in love'
And flying from her, met her.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 158
In younder tomb the old Avaro lies
`On seeing the tomb of a misier'
Down dropped his bags, and mortgages of land.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 6v
Indulgent nature on all things bestows
`On a bursar cutting down a row of trees before the College gate' [Trinity College, Oxford?]
And bears a like antipathy to trees.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 11
Lately I thought, O holy saint
`Corydon's petition to St. Valentine'
Of bless'd connubial love.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 82
Lawyers aver the fault should be
`On a tax proposed to be laid on old maids'
If we live single past ur time.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 51
Listen, ye sacred powers above
`On Serena indisposed'
That we ourselves may live.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 35
Locked in death's frozen arms beneath is laid
`To a young lady, who asked the author what he would say of her, if she should die'
Her sex's glory was Eliza S[avil].
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 129
Lovely Delia, look and see
`The invitation to a lady in town, on Valentine's Day, from a gentleman in the country'
Charmer dear, if thou'lt be mine.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 124
Marriage is a country dance,
`On matrimony'
Ending at last in back to back.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 149
Mature for man the country damsel shares
`The young farmer's choice for a wife'
And wisely chooses such a working wife.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 16
Mocking old age is want of sense
`Old age honorable'
Should bring you to the gallows young.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 139
My beauty's gone; no Cupids bask
`A reflection at the toilette'
And set mankind on fire.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 5
My dear, in mery mood, said Bob to Nan,
`Epigram'
Quoth Nan, I cannot think upon my life.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 31
Nice honor by a private man
`On the acquitting Lord B[y]ron' [1765]
Is still a man of honor.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 165
Nicodemus a Jew, begged our Savior when dead
`On the Dean of Westminster's [Dr. Zachary Pierce] endeavoring to destroy the new east window of St. Margaret's Westminster...extempore 1760'
Is for carrying the tragedy further.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 61
No glory I covet, no riches I want,
`On contentment'
Is what all, if they will, may enjoy.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 144
Nobility's too great to be
`The ass and the lion'
But know, thy baseness saves thy hide.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 140
Not more inconstant is the wind,
`The curate, tradesmen and the bishop'
Three thousand that for having none.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 73
Nothing upon the world's great stage
`An imitation of Simonides on human life'
As living but to die.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 151
Of all the sad disorders, with which mankind are curst
`The crutches. A Bath ballad'
And on ten toes I will go.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 173
Oh Floralisha! Let me tell
`Damon to Floralisha'
Hers evermore I would be.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 109v
Oh Floshy! How shall I my care relate
`David and Floshy: a pastoral dialogue'
The prize is Willie's: Davie's all the care!
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 94
Oh God! I will exalt thy name
`A hymn. from Psalm 145'
And Hallelujahs sing.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 147
Oh Man! Thou idol of my heart,
`Dinah, grown old, petitions Diggy to marry her'
Nor be it said, I liv'd for naught.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 147v
On Isis, where some Eden blows,
`The rose and the lily'
Such celia, such must Chloe be.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 156
Prophets ('tis said) sage men in days of old
`A dream fulfilled'
And then fulfill'd my dreaming prophecy.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 12
Said Sharper to Cornus, I'll set you amain
`Epigram'
I fancy this way you a fortune may make.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 106
Says Delia to Damon I pity your fate
`A flight of imagination from a jocose friend'
That a union of hearts is perfection of bliss.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 178
Scarce had the sun wished the high hills good night
`Menalcas and Thyrsis. A pastoral'
That I from female frowns am quite set clear.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 115
See! See the jocund train Junonia join
Seward, Anna
`Miss [Anna] Seward, thinking that she ought to take no liberty with any character but her own...' [see E117]
For know that all accomplish'd muse is thine.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 87
See yonder, friend Colin, closed in sleep are those eyes,
`Cuddie and Colin, a pastoral dialogue'
Could Colin but make dear Serena his bride.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 89
Shall I, a Trojan, long inur'd to wars,
`The old Trojans' bravery communicated to Delia'
A Trojan here, who lived and died most brave.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 150
Since you suspect we are forsaken
Swinnerton, Miss, of Leicestershire
`Miss s[winner]ton [of Leicestershire] to Miss__'
How to avoid the penalty.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 107
Sir John and his spouse the tombs once surveyed,
`Epitaph making'
Hold, cried Sir John; I wish she did.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 26
Sir Samuel sure forgets his Bible
`On Sam: Flud[ye]r's feast when Lord Mayor' [1762]
So he's but Dives, naught cares he.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 24
Soft, gentle, handsome, virtuous, young;
`A real picture...on Mrs. Herbert of Burleigh Park, Leicestershire'
If such a picture wants a name.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 50
Strayed from his home: if mountains high
`Taffy mistaken: billa vera, or matter of fact'
Twas hard Taff thought for shoes to pay.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 169
Subjected to the power of love,
`Damon and Delia'
To see it fairly done.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 162
Sure 'twill betray too great a want of sense
`To the amiable Mis Nancy Bridges' [dedication of `Lusus senilies']
But doze out life in laziness and ease.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. v
Sure Damon must deserve the bays
`On Caroletta'
And ev'ry sentence is a gem.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 160
Tell me, friend Hobbinol, what makes thee weep?
`Thenot and Hobbinol: in imitation of Spenser's 4th pastoral'
Sybby's sweet song shall be tomorrow's feast.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 172
Tell me lovely loving pair
Waller, Edmund
`On the friendship betwixt Sacharissa and Amoret' [pr. Poems, 1645]
Or with more consent do move.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 160v
That sacred hand how daredst thou to offend?
`On an apple thrown, which bruised the Hon. Miss B[arringto]n [of Becket]'s hand. Extempore'
Was aimed at her, whom all mankind admire.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 83
The charms which blooming beauty shows
`A song'
Eternal, constant, pure.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 143
The clock at night had struck its last;
`Cynthia at her last prayers'
I'll take to John for life.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 9
The clock strikes five; fragrant the coffee steams
`The amicables'
And every night conclude the British song.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. v v
The cruel queen of soft delight
`Mater saeva Cupidinum etc.' [Horace Ode I.xix]
She'll make my Delia gentl'r grow.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 126
The dying rose again revives
`Upon a rose in Delia's bosom'
So near the summer of her eye.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 30
The female passions veer with every blast;
`The inconstant, or Colin's complaint'
And bless Serena, though another's wife.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 44
The grave has eloquence; its lectures teach
`On attending a funeral at midnight'
Points out to all what soon will be our fate.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 9v
The name to spare, and yet the vice expose
`The usefulness of satire'
To expel the venom, and to blunt the sting.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 165
The night was still, the air serene
`The shepherd's complaint'
Because not wealthy, dies.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 7
The north east wind did briskly blow
`Bryan and Pereene. A West Indian ballad. Founded on a real fact at St. Christopher's'
Her hapless fate 'scape you.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 103
The sire dead, mournful the heir appears,
`The squire and the gamekeeper'
And wish the foreign bitch again at home.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 62
The warmest friend I ever proved
`Candor'
His happiness with mine.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 154v
Think, discontented fool, and know
`To the murmurer against Providence'
And be to Providence resign'd.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 79
This little instrument of art
`On a needle, with which a lady was embroidering'
This creats, but that destroys.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 157
Though small in stature, yet in courage great
`Inest sua gratia parvis'
When Saul's whole army trembled at his view.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 149
Thy daily mercies, oh my God
`A meditation at midnight'
I will securely trust.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 130
Tis Flora's will that you with her should be;
`The author to his book when sent to Flora'
and she'll be pleas'd that Delia I adore.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 180
Tis generous wine refines our clay
`Written on a drinking glass'
Tis folly not to drink it up.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 157v
Tis pity, said Tom, such skulls of disgrace
`Temple Bar'
If done between this and the Lord Mayor's show.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 17
Tis vain, my soul, 'tis impious all,
`A thought upon death'
Is rest, and peace, ad joy.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 145
To every man his ways to mend 'tis given;
`Epitaph on Thomas Wisdom surveyor of the highways' [couplet]
But Wisdom chose the great highway to Heaven.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 168v
To grant petitions made by you,
`On sending a lady a drawing for a ruffle'
And make them up with pleasure.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 165v
To human losses pity's justly due;
`On the sudden death of serena's favorite pony'
At your return you'll find a sweet surprise.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 64
To mark how fair the primrose blows,
*Darwin, Dr. Erasmus; Seward, Anna
`On a young lady's being censured for reading Milton...' [and answer]
From Milton's temples pluck the bays.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 84
To write with elegance and ease
`The lady's reply, who rec[eived] The ruffle' [see T2971]
With full ten thousand pound.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 170b
True wit is like the brilliant stone
`On wit' [pr. Dodsley's Collections, vi, 1758]
And sparkles, whilst it wounds.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 135
Twas cruel, Flora, I must chide you
`To Flora postponing my visit to Delia'
If by it you should quench our love.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 179
Twas once upon a summer's day
`Nancy the pretty bedmaker: in imitation of Ovid'
And in a moment grew divine.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 159
Twelve hundred this year said Taff I shall rise;
`An epigram on a roguish Welshman'
That Taff by the devil is caught.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 154
Ulysses' mate (as old authors relate)
`Old Pen and young Molly'
So long as she keeps but her bully.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 54
Virtue, 'tis said, could it be made
`Epitaph on Peregrine Palmer esq.' [M. P. for Oxford, d. 30 Nov. 1752]
And died without a foe.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 63
Welcome friendly gleam of night
`Anacreontic'
Rich with love, and rich with wine.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 174v
What art so sweetly care beguiles
`The linnet' [`communicated to a newspaper']
Not all that glitters gold.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 37
What mean these hoops, so impudently wide
`The hoop and the hive: once called The bonnet'
Below exposed, with me to hide the face.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 166
What means this sorrow on each shepherd's brow
`Menalcas and Corydon a pastoral dialogue'
The queen of shepherds hither to restore.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 57
When age, all patient, and without regret
`On a youth, who died at fifteen'
And each sad bosom heaves the sigh sincere.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 178v
When Celadon first from his cottage did stray
`Celadon and Jug'
Twill signify nothing; for Roger's the man.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 164
When heavy sleep had closed my eyes last night
`A dream'
I oped my eyes, and lo! 'twas all a dream.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 10
When I was yours by vows divine
`The flame revived: or a memento to Delia'
And freely live, and die with you.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 4
When love is lodged within the heart
`Female resolution. A song'
To let the dear invader in.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 164v
When so much goodness reigns in Dian's soul
`Dian's picture faintly attempted' [Mrs. Richards of Compton, Berks.]
And joy to see a sister so complete.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 110
When the poor dove has lost her mate,
`Damon to Delia on solitude'
Till life shall meet its end.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 153
Where now is that son of repose
`Flavia laments the loss of her chastity'
May purchase my pardon above.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 176
Whether from living high or not
`The sick ass and the wolf'
And tremble lest the sheep do well.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 137
Whether from living high or not
`The sick ass and the wolf'
And tremble lest the sheep do well.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 171
Whilst health to save through dust I rove
`On taking a ride in very dusty roads'
Experience'd in the grave.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 166v
Why will in vain the hoary matron strive
`On a high dressing old woman'
Thou are memento mori to them all.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 150v
Wisdom directs that every man should mend;
`An epitaph on Thomas Wisdom Surveyor of the Highways'
Who spent his life in mending all his ways?
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 168v
With hunger pinched, tormenting sting!
`The hare and the sparrow'
Became a morsel for the hawk.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 136
Wonder not beards of moss here grow
`On the death of Thos: Moss a barber'
and have no rent to pay.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 163v
Ye gods, who sacred loves approve,
`Lucy's wish for the return of her betrothed Billy from the West Indies'
And I be with him blest.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 33
You saw, and deemed it very shocking
`To a lady, who sent the author a pair of garters'
To ask for any favor higher?
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 177
Your ails, dear Delia, weep no more,
`Damon to his mistress, troubled with sickness'
And leave not one behind.
Bodley
Eng. poet. d. 47
f. 60
